[ Yes, thank you, he's fully aware he looks pitiful. He shovels down the grimace at that look, instead opting to simply shift his feet. ]

Nothing that isn't fixable.

[ Temporarily, anyway. He already dislikes how he has to crane his neck to look at this guy, but he's already here, so he has little room to snipe and grouse now. ]

Could you possibly lend me your hand for a short while? I've an affliction that gives me undue grief without the touch of another, and I tire of testing my limits.