... Pidge, I don't ... have any on hand.

[Unless you want him to try and use his robot hand and the brush. That's what he has right now. What do you want him to do with that.]

[But when she goes still, he goes back to work. There - that's one tangle down.] This is why I don't wear my hair longer...

[And then silence, while he listens.]

So we could be at risk of getting sick from what we're eating here? Or - when we get back?