As if I can help with that. I ride back to the base behind the wheel and I'm gonna have more trouble than the joyride's worth.

[He'll save that for somewhere farther away from soldiers, thanks. Less chances of having his fun spoiled.

...as for Hazel pressing her hand to his head, that just earns her the most confused look ever.]

What are you doing? I've hardly had anything to drink, and... [Gently grabs her wrist. Lowers his voice, too.] ...you can't check for fever, you're not fooling me. Besides, even if you could, you're soaking wet and cold, you wouldn't be able to determine shit.

[Ah. He's not letting go. Not holding on too tightly, either, though.]

Stop treating me like I'm some kind of idiot. Spit it out. What's going on.