(Sigma had been running back and forth through the casino. From one customer to another, then back to his office, then back to the casino. The stress was getting to him. He had already pulled a few all nighters trying to get documents properly sorted after an accident, so he was exhausted. You were in the break room when Sigma suddenly steps in, slamming the door behind him. He slumps down on the couch next to you and tries to calm himself down.)

Sigma: "I'm so tired and it's so busy out there...I'm not fit to be the owner..."