Seems as though the worse Rabastan's cold gets, the more Wayne needs an interpreter, but he listens carefully and picks out the words, eventually nodding with understanding.

"Wow. Talk about having exactly the right skills for that particular career. Me, I do all sorts of stuff around town, whatever's payin'. Construction, electrics, moving, salvage jobs." He shrugs. "It's a living."

And he orders a bowl of soup for himself.