[ Rhys opens his mouth to answer, but ends up making a noncommittal (vaguely embarrassed) sound instead, rubbing at the back of his neck. With every question asked, he has fewer and fewer good answers. He's beginning to consider a moratorium on questions. ]

Welllllllllllllll.

[ He grimaces, inhaling sharply. ]

I haven't so much— done it as I have... thought about it. You know, planning and all that. But, I mean, if you're dying to jump in, you can be my back-up.