[Ferran bats the umbrella away, this time with less urgency but a decent amount of exasperation.]

I didn't have anywhere to put it, and I was a little occupied trying to figure out how to handle my entire life being uprooted in five ways to look for anyone hungry enough to have a fifth of a bowl of leftover soup.

[He folds his arms, stubborn. He refuses to feel bad about it when he was already struggling enough.]

Anyway, that's unsanitary.