[GOD, blame a guy for trying to be remotely nice and/or concerned, Asch. Dist scowls and glares hard at the young man's back as they walk. Ugh, the sooner he gets his suit back, and some shoes the better.]

Just hoping you don't suddenly fall over dead and I have you haul your sorry carcass into town, boy! In fact, I think I'd just leave it here to rot.