[She sounds a bitch parched and sniffly, her accent much stronger than what is usually normal for her.]
Is it even possible to get sick here on the barge? Contract some sort of flu bug or cold? I am not sure if this is my body recuperating from the stress or... something else.
I do not like it.
[Private to Statler]
I trust that you are behaving. Do not worry about the picture outside of the door ways... it was an adolescent prank, I am sure.
[Private to Howie]
Could you stop by the infirmary and bring me a liquid medicine for sore through and decongestant? Or... just keep me company. My father used to cure his colds with warm brandy.
[Private to Cas]
Would you like to stop by for a game of cards and some television? For the old times state?
[Private to Nathan]
Do you have any tea that you know clears sinuses in particular?