No. [ He manages a weak chuckle, glancing at her. ] That your way of saying I'm too hairy?

[ Humor helps but also doesn't, even if it makes him feel more like himself again. He uses every ounce of strength he has to try and get up, away from her tight grasp. He does appreciate her caring for him like this, but he can't just stay here. They can't. At the very least they should find a way back to their hotel. ]

Let's find some way back now. I can't— don't want to stay here. Maybe there's a house... somewhere nearby. I can get some clothes there. [ And by 'get' he totally means 'steal from a clothes line on someone's backyard'. ]