[He doesn't know how to answer. It feels aimless, purposeless, stuck in a daze of hurt and dizziness and a spinning floor and a sharp tongue that had no master. An action he could control.]

Don't know. Doesn't matter. Y' need to stop asking because I told ya t' stop.

[He very visibly wobbles to get a dart of his own off the rooftop, not even bothering to check that he's throwing it in the same general vicinity as Tylor's, putting some arm into it. It goes a high, sailing over the edge of three adjacent buildings. Someone in the distance yelps in alarm when it touches down. Barrett doesn't seem to really react.]

Why would we go somewhere else? What's th' point. I just went ta four dungeons. Don't feel any better.