[Breathing? Breathing, yes, that's a good plan, he breathes, his cheeks puffing.]

Unngh, I'm good, I'm good. I think it's my leg. Or my side. Or maybe both? Might be a rib. God, I hate snow. And avalanches. And hiking, why is that such a thing here? Or anywhere, really, like can you believe people are doing that for fun, that just never made sense to me...