Dwight nods. He's out of the room now, thanks to the cheery brunette that reminds him of Duke, and he's slowly limping his way to the entrance. It's surreal and Dwight feels out of his element, but that's probably because he looks like he's been chopping wood for the past three days and has a crossbow strapped to his back.

He glances at the kid, though, and lets a light frown crease his face, voice as monotone and straight to the point as ever: "You feelin' okay, kid? You're a little flushed."