[ ... he genuinely can't tell if this guy's just fucking with him, or if he's actually unwell. What's worse is that there are so many nutcases in this resort that either option seems equally plausible.

And while Fuuta does squint at Kleken in obvious suspicion for a moment, he does ultimately heave a sigh before starting to push his barstool back. ]

How should I fucking know. But I thought I passed by a first-aid tent earlier, if you want help getting there, I guess.

[ Yes, he's volunteering to help if necessary. No, he's not actually going to say as much. ]