"Um. Yeah. Go for it." Neeshka made a little shooing motion with her hands, backing up. Maybe he just... couldn't talk. She knew a guy who'd had his throat cut wrong, and he couldn't talk anymore. She knew another guy who'd been cursed with silence. There was even somebody else who she also knew had his tongue cut out, but she didn't make that connection here. She just decided not to ask.

She just said, instead, "Just, uh, do it over there or something. I'll try not to, uh, hit you with any snowballs or anything."