Hah. Good man, Kaidan. Byerly sticks out a hand and makes a good show of steadying himself on that shoulder. Then he straightens himself up and blinks blearily. His eyes are convincingly bloodshot and red-rimmed - a side effect of sheer exhaustion and lack of sleep, sure, but they can be mistaken for a sign of dissolution, bless 'em.

"Allowed to be?" he burbles. "I thought ghem could be anything."