[It takes Chili a while to find a place that's both concealed and free of the smell of rotting flesh and so many insects (he's not asking for ideal conditions here, just— a little less nasty and encouraging infection, please?!), sorry for the long walk...]
Sit down.
[He's bringing out a change of bandages and a canteen, glancing at Pansear.]
[........ what if I told you from now that Chili has no idea what he's doing?]
Sit down.
[He's bringing out a change of bandages and a canteen, glancing at Pansear.]