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[Kerra immediate puts a hand on his chest, feeling his body out with the Force, checking for some sort of intoxicant. Or skull injury, or anything. She pokes and prods and comes up empty...]
Afraid it's just you and me, friend. No chobobos here.
[Whatever the kriff those are.]
Seriously, are you okay?