[ He figured this guy must be Ratchet, but - well, that's confirmation. And Wash had spoken highly of him, so ... He sighs a bit, and acquiesces. ]

Wash is a good friend of mine. He's mentioned you, in fact. [ He rubs at the smear of mud on his face. ] So - all right, fine. It's not allergies. But if anyone in camp finds out about my seizures, I'm probably dead.

[ There, he's telling you. Be happy. ]