（ the fuck is this gnarly-ass smoke. he coughs on it as it sears the lungs. no filters, is this man an animal??? hands it back with a displeased wrinkle to his nose. ）

Bedrest, and yet here you are. Man after my own heart. Okay, C-man, let's do the ten cent tour. Training room's on the way to the mess anyway, this whole place is like a fucking circle.

（ as he says it, he loops one finger around in the air in a gesture that's more commonly used to describe some poor soul that's cuckoo for cocoa puffs. ）