[Like he knew what he was doing. The words make the beginnings of a laugh bubble up in the back of his throat and choke him, thinking of what he's done to get here in the first place. No rational person would do what he's doing.

And his ticket out of here is conditioned entirely on not messing it up — a slender thread indeed, considering all the possible ways it could go horrifically wrong.

Still, he does his best to keep those thoughts from reaching his expression, opting instead to simply nod his gratitude until he can get his voice working again.]

Thanks. I'll go take a look.

[But he doesn't move, not yet; it's stupid and irrational, maybe, but just saying thank you...doesn't seem like enough.

So he hesitates.]

...I'm not going to be here long. You did me a favor, so...is there someone you need a message carried to, back there? I can't promise it'll get delivered.