Much half-shrugged at the hydration comment, and drank again. Tuck had a point, and now that he'd started drinking, he did feel thirsty. Or, he felt a weird kind of emptiness, and the emptiness was yearning for something, and that something might as well be water and, once was the water was done, a banana. Coming back to life wasn't a pleasant experience, though, to be fair, dying had been much, much worse. "Hope it's a short ride," he said. "I'm itching for a story. God fucking damn Guy."