"'Nugs?'" Sorry, Dorian, but this is all still going way over his head. The explosions and pranks are no longer his main concerns right now. "I...well, more power to 'er I suppose. Bless. I, ah--"

Suddenly, from the other end of the shed, the coughing Clayton has been too distracted to notice is loudly brought to his attention. He flips around, wide-eyed, and immediately groans in exasperation.

"Aw, now..." Clayton turns back to Dorian, brow creased in flustered apology. "--I'm sorry man, we'll talk later. Help yerself t' more rations. Tell Ellana not t' get any ideas."

Without another word, he staggers to his feet and hurries to the other corner of the shed.