We're alright, mate. Probably not getting home today, but we're alright. [He should've known something would bite him on the--arm. Let's stick with arm. This'd been too good to be true.

He manages to pull his arm free, trying to strategize. Right. He can make his way over to Wrench, he's just got to make sure he moves slow, careful, and doesn't pick his feet up too high. And keep talking.]

A bear's that... big thing that keeps showing up in the convoy, right?