"Nobody here wants me in their mouths," Doc laments as he slides his hat back on, wiggling it a bit to seat it properly.

That came out wrong.

"I mean. All we got here are some pliers and screwdrivers, y'know," he follows up swiftly, glad for the change in topic and following that up more closely.

"We aren't hiding anything on purpose. We just tell it like it is." Doc is careful not to say that they don't overthink things. They do, like everyone else, try as they might to be simple men. Perhaps even more so than everyone else, considering how much they drink and don't say aloud.

"But I appreciate your kind words. And I'm sure he does, too."