"...Okay." She didn't look okay, but if she said she had everything under control, who was he to argue?

He turned his attention back to the chopsticks in his hand. After taking a moment to readjust them (he'd let his fingers go a bit slack while he was distracted), he scanned the table for a target. Settling on another napkin, he carefully positioned the tips of his chopsticks on either side of the paper and slowly squeezed them together. The tip of his tongue stuck out to the side as he focused intently on his fingers.