Rat rolls his eyes, because he's taller than pretty much everyone, and it's damn inconvenient. He winces picking up the case. Tackling him might end badly, because he aches like he's recovering from the flu.

"That... would probably be marketable, around here, but I should probably quit, myself." He's never quite lost the cough since the forest fire, and he knows the cigs aren't really doing him any favors.