Huh? Oh. Reckoned you might want a break from talkin', is all.

[Dal's tits, this man is hard to read.]

I don't know what it's like where you're from--and maybe you don't either, I guess--but where I'm from, there's tales of folk crossin' the corbies and gettin' themselves cursed. Feels like I've walked into one of those stories, somehow, what with all the weirdness and the not rememberin'. But now that I'm sayin' it, I can see that ain't a real useful thought.