He can barely hear a thing over the sudden gust of wind, but he gets the gist of it. "I don't know!" The idea had been to get Glitch home, for reasons of proximity or something that made sense at the time. Suddenly he wishes he'd brought his tablet, though fuck if he'd be able to use it with his fingers this stiff and aching from the cold.

"And fff--!" More wind, more snow getting in his eyes, and it's like the Northern Island segment of their quest all over again. "--for the record, I haven't been a responsible leader type for two annuals! I couldn't lead a calf from the slaughterhouse."

Oh no. That's the self-loathing bit gearing itself up. Someone stop it before it reaches epic proportions.