[His coughing fit starts to wind down, and he starts to feel guilty for yelling at someone who, evidently, is not responsible for him being unable to call home.] S-sorry, I've- [He clears his throat some more, but his voice still sounds hoarse- well, more hoarse than usual.] I've had a rough night- I don't know where I am, nobody knows me, I got a killer headache, and my mouth feels... okay, you know how it is when you wake up thirsty, and your tongue's wet but everything else's dry and it feels like a swamp in there? Yeah, it's like that.

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...a-and no offense to your- line of work, I-I just don't... use these lines. [He pauses a bit.] But it's not 'cause you're a gentleman, so, don't take that to mean you should switch me over to having a lady on the line. This isn't about who's calling, it's about I don't like the anonymity. Like, what if you're a rival combatant that wants to study my weak points? I can't mess with that.