Every time he would begrudgingly grumble about how much he didn't want to do it, complain that there were other people who could do it, and after a lot of fuss and mental mumbling he would go and do it.
Today wasn't so horrible as it usually was. It was bitterly cold when the wind started blowing so everyone was bundled up, and that meant no one was giving his wraps a second glance. They didn't even seem to notice that the odd fabric which had somehow been spun into black, supersized, glorified ace bandages was the only shirt he wore under his jacket. The benefit of not being an actual person, apparently was you never got cold.
"The next time someone needs eggs, they can nip down to the shop and get them." He grumbled, although given he had no lungs or vocal chords or lower jaw it was mumbled in his head. Without focusing on anyone he'd learned quickly the base attempt he was capable of as far as telepathic communication went just stayed in his head unless someone was around that could read the thoughts, and since he wasn't talking -or 'talking'- to anyone he assumed the words would stay locked in his brain. "This city's a nightmare, an' they drive on the wrong side..." He zipped his jacket up a little higher when someone glanced at his 'shirt' as if realizing something was off about it, or maybe that it went all the way up to his nose which was odd.