What weight? You mean the coat? True, but that's what happens when you choose this sort of life, gotta carry it with you y'know.

[Panic throttles him for a moment because how did she hear that? Do other people hear that? What are they hearing? Is he just so accustomed to it that he doesn't these days?]

Must be imagining it there mate, your thing's a sad business but I've got all my bits intact y'know. Still here. At dinner. With Jim and Snorri and the rest all the bloody time. [Doesn't he sound just thrilled about that.]