[Soap bar sufficiently eaten, Yusuke has it in him to frown now at the jabs. He doesn't say anything about it, merely giving Scott a brow-furrowed look of irritation; that's not helpful, why doesn't anyone take him seriously, etc. Whatever.]

I do not. I must retrace my steps from this morning, to seek out a clue.

[It won't come to anything, but he'll figure that out in due time.]

I would ask your assistance, but if you are more interested in mocking my plight, perhaps that would be a waste of my time.