[He sits there for a moment, chest heaving, his head bowed to hide his expression.

When he looks up again, he's smiling...though it's just a little too wide to be genuine, his voice just a little too brittle to be cheerful.]

So the hunters are going to win then. Brilliant! There's a load off my mind.

Pass me the vodka, won't you, Poland? Oh, and get some rum too if they have it. We're going to need all the alcohol we can get if we have to put up with that git being trapped in here with the rest of us for the remainder of the game.