"Ahhgaass," Jamie comments, then repeats once he doesn't have a flashlight being shone into his mouth: "I guess. About the hole, I mean. I had my gloves on the whole time, y'know, like we were supposed to, so I don't think I took them off..." Again, however: he was messed up enough to taste a rock, so who knows what parts of his uniform he did or did not remove while under the influence.

Gingerly he touches the side of his jaw. The glowing fungus there flares softly in response, just for a moment. "I could've picked it up if it touched my face, too, though, right? Does it make a difference if I swallowed it or got it on my skin?" And if he'd ingested it wouldn't it be growing on his insides? That's a disturbing thought.