[ For a brief moment, Stephen's focus drifts as it hones in on the middle distance. He himself is currently too close to the needing to sit line to weather this kind of stubbornness without reaction.

It's only a second or two. He tunes back in, expression setting firmly as he replies, no nonsense: ]

I don't have a mirror to show you what you look like right now, but I can tell you it's the embodiment of a person who needs to sit down, warm themselves, eat something and catch at least twenty minutes of rest before they stop being any use to anybody.