[Barett's a little stunned, and, well, winded. Even if he was carried, he sort of held his breath for the duration. So he pulls out one of the handkerchiefs his father made him (with his name enscribed and everything!) and coughed into it some, taking careful deep breaths.]
Do you... [cough cough ahem] ...do stuff like that a lot?
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Do you... [cough cough ahem] ...do stuff like that a lot?