Panic attacks. Aye, he had one around me.

[Frowns and rubs his chin and the lightly punches Numur's cheek to make him feel better.]

So he knows and he's just been -- [Hand over his eyes, though his other hand goes up to block presumably Namur's return attack.] Oi.

All right, all right, I'll deal with it. [Rubs the back of his neck.] Shit.

Hey. When he was in Trabia did he go out much? Drinking, partying, girls, you know like himself?