["a nightmare" is an understatement, if you ask him. But... feeling a bit lightheaded, huh? Eyes flick across the room briefly, noting how busy it feels even with just a few people milling about. That's probably just him, though...]

If you're feeling lightheaded, [He posits absently, turning his cigarette in the ashtray to put it out unfinished and tuck it between his fingers to cool,] you should probably be finding an infirmary or something.

[stupid. This is fucking stupid. Despite his obtuse answer he's pushing himself up onto his feet with a sigh.]

C'mon. Let's go, then.

[If Dan Feng decided to interrupt him ("interrupt," like he was doing anything), he may as well try to help, right? Sure. Right. Laika would probably laugh at him right now for this part of his nature. Surely, it won't end badly.

At least he can slip the smoke back into its pack now that the cherry is fully darkened, stepping closer to the taller man.]