“Yeah, I’ve got a lot of arguments!” There is no irony to be found here, no winking nod that what comes next is only to play Devil’s Advocate. Tommy hates this layered clothing strategy.

“One, that’s like four layers of clothes! I max out at three. T-shirt, hoodie, jacket. I’m not rolling through the woods like a kid in a snowsuit. I have to be able to run.”

His argument stumbles a bit, because he already can’t run and there is something deeply wrong with this place that’s turned him into a snail, but she doesn’t get to know that so he steamrolls ahead. “And two, the bottom layer wicks the moisture away and the top layer’s waterproof so your big idea is to wear a beer cozy of sweat? Nuh uh. Pass.”