'Don't wear it out' is at the tip of his tongue but he reels it back. Man talk. That's what this was. It was a friendly way to plea for your life. See, killing a man you know the name of... Hawkeye hopes it was more difficult than killing a no face, no name stranger. He hoped doing either was extremely difficult, but he knew casual killing. His profession revolved around it. He just maybe shouldn't piss off the guy with the spear who fancied himself Henry Fonda.

He nods. Hawkeye, yes. Speaking. The 'captain' bit was tricky and so was standing still under the scrutiny. He could manage, though. He perfected the art of dismissing anything military.

"Captain, oh, yes, that's me." It's a jab at the rank, the way he says it. "Serving as I was brought here, actually. Indentured servitude. The only thing that says what I am are two little bars and the papers on file, and I don't even know where the bars are half the time. Call me 'doctor' and I'll feel better. You'll feel better."