Russell considers the teas Walter's carrying, and peers into the living room just long enough to make out who's on the couch before giving them visual privacy again. Not much to be down for the sound carrying. Not directly, anyway, but he can turn his attention back to Walter and nod.

"Do you know what's going on?" he asks in a soft voice. "I can't tell from here if this a situation that calls for sweets, or a punching bag, or just something savory to help them sleep it of."