He laughs softly at the way he says it and his tone is cheerful, "Heh, maybe. Every human is a little different, Mister 9S. Besides, I'm not sure exactly what time it is anyways."

He kind of lost track of what time it was after the second, third, or fourth basket. He's not sure when he lost anything at all.

He finishes a potato again and tosses it into the basket. At his words he does set it down on his raised knee and lets his fingers stretch out just for a moment, "I could use some water..." Yet here Tyki is eyeing every shadow, wall, and dark space around him.