"High? Like in taking herbs? Only crazy people with death wishes did that. He was used to his head feeling heavy and being foggy. "Fumes, gases, torture, that I've dealt with. I can work."
Derek wondered if he was supposed to know what marijuana felt like, but he just nodded. "I'll speak with people." He started to go before stopping. "We should take weapons. I've seen too many people die like that." Mostly they'd wanted to do it even before, but at this point, he wouldn't put it past anyone.