“Awful kind of you.” Grunt. Splash. “But I’ll be fine.” Whinny. Guitar Riff. Pause. “Though if you’re heading down into the warehouse, ask my cousin to see if he’s got anything that could help. Just call his name at the help desk and he’ll show.” He gives you the name then. It twists around your tongue as you repeat it, making your mouth feel salty and slick.