[In Ford's head this is basically what a teenager is, only this kid looks more ill than edgy.]

You okay? You look like death warmed over. Have you been given the whole spiel about Wonderland yet or am I talking nonsense?

[He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and grins, even after admitting he might sound off his rocker. If R looks carefully though, he'll notice this man has twelve fingers--Ford is no stranger to weird things, apparently.]