"I'm okay," he replied, almost automatically, and nearly swore as the word he couldn't think of, not even twenty seconds ago, just fell out of his mouth. "Busy. I'm t-trying to get rid of muh-my st-st-stutter, and work out how b-best to, to co-ordinate everything when we..." and the word was gone again. He could think the sentence out and be fine, but the instant he tried to say it out loud... nope. Still, he was used to deflecting and switching words, but normally it was because they'd gotten stuck in his throat. Now it was because they were vanishing. "When w-we're in D-derry. And Richie-ruh-wrangling."