What a pair these two make. Both doddering along for their own reasons; one from questionable sanity and sleep deprivation, the other with blood loss.

The offering of crisps is taken in confusion, Micolash now looking over the little package and being mystified with the crinkly cellophane. "Oh, goodbye," he says offhandedly, more absorbed now in trying to figure out what this bag is made out of. As clean a break as Mr. Orange can hope for.