[ Here, David says, and Quentin sticks on hand in his bag, feeling for the ripped up fabric that counts for gauze in there. Here, apparently. Nodding, sucking in a breath, grinning clumsily: ] Nah. I can stand. I mean, you're a big guy, you'll catch me if I wobble, right? Haha. 

Let's go. Gimme a countdown or something.