Pree couldn't help it, he laughed. And then looked around, abashed. This was not a time for laughing. People were hurt. Dieter was hurt, although Pree refused to believe his condition was anything but temporary.
And if it wasn't... they would manage. He made a mental note not to tell Dieter any reassuring stories about wartime amputations, though. It would set the wrong tone.
"You can demand all you like. I'm not too proud to take on a little debt," Pree told him, equally coy. "We can't always have a fair exchange. That's how I got the plunger, by the way. Wesley -- that's the young man with the pet rat? I think he was also involved in the... other unpleasantness involving a locked door." Meaning the one that had led to immolation. "I gave him my shovel in exchange for his plunger. He was going to face off against the rats and I want nothing to do with them, so..." Pree sighed. "I have a plunger. But I like you enough you're welcome to have it for free."