[ He enters after another pause. It isn't as though he wasn't already reassured that Aberdeen was really here, that other members of the Order were actually, physically present, but to see her in the flesh soothes him a little. Hell, he'd almost go as far to say that even seeing Durham would placate him somewhat, if only for the added factor that he was something from home. Cambridge isn't home. She is another world, a different world, someone different but the same, filling a void and yet still lacking in something. ]

Considering that I had to seek you out in order to communicate with you, I think that should indicate it's rather bad. [ He wanders closer, in slow and measured steps. ] My range is now comparatively feeble, and God knows what else might be going on. I haven't had any particular reasons to execute a sudden headache upon anyone, nor have I attempted to trip anyone over their own feet.

[ Part of Oxford simply doesn't want to see what'd happen if he did, if anything at all. ]