As Lea responds to his confession, he can't quite pick the user's intentions from his tone. Even if it's not his intention, Faux can't help feeling sufficiently reprimanded, cause he knows he did wrong. With a sluggish nod, "You're right; I didn't even think of replacing them," he didn't think he could, "yeah, users do need them." His absentminded words relieving his frown into just a tired look, again disappointment at himself.

Lea's next comment could be seen as funny in any other circumstance, hilarious given his magical capacity of zero. The name though draws an eye, and not just because he knows someone else who would be interested with a program out of his element, guzzling an inappropriate energy substitute. His own user... "Vexen," he says instead. A former passenger, "He was one of those who disembarked?" or whatever happens to one when they leave. It's not on purpose that he keeps the implications hanging in the air, he's done the math, he knows the odds. Does Lea?

And outside of a current necessity, he agrees. Unfortunately he isn't in that position yet. "In the meantime, I don't have that choice." Some of that irritation starts to reappear. "I'm needed to help these users." He relaxes back onto the wall, though he's still visibly tight while doing so.