"Funny, you make it sound like people need a reason to die."

He slipped the coat off and began to work what was left of the buttons on his shirt. His skin was hanging loosely from his chest; he'd been digging hard. Some creative application of thread might be in order.

"I do alright. Do me a favor and hand me a few of those bottles of water," h said, waving his hand at the crate of them in the corner. "And find me a towel."