[In response, the man flicks on the video function of his journal.

His room - clean, organized and bearing the marks of compulsions that Twilight might recognize (and perhaps even empathize with) - comes into focus, along with the man himself - who looks as awkward as anything.]

Ah... how e-exactly will you effectively judge my h-height...? Do you not need... a measuring object of some sort...? [He doesn't have any precision instruments on him.]