[Give him another moment to straighten his hat. Jacob earned that dead arm, thanks for the pillow. Not so much thanks for the... assessment of the situation.]

How many wagons have you gotten across rivers? It's no Thames, but it's still... [He gestures out at the river. But they're going to drown.] Well, let's see what we're dealing with.

[Before they drag themselves into this river, he's going to slide down from the seat to stare at the wheels. How much do they suck...]