He gave a nod and took a couple of deep breaths, which helped him look considerably less green than before. His mouth opened and shut a few times, like the gasping of a landed fish. He did want to talk, but for some odd reason he couldn't form the words to speak.
"S'not..." he began, clearing his still-parched throat. "S'not who's here, Fred. It's what I've got to say to them."