Haha, what sort of website's are you on to get a virus, Sol? [An eyebrow is raised, a question asked, but Gut's brushes it off as his head pangs. Wow its like that thought is just...brushed away. Besides, its freaking Sol. He probably has other reasons.

Of course that momentary lapse in thought is overruled because of course Sol just keeps going. ]

Others. Like do you mean with th- [His teeth clack together with a hiss as his headache redoubles. The thought, does Sol have that app to? lies out of his reach, a jolt of pain dissuading him from fully grasping it. Instead of continuing the conversation, he reaches into a glove compartment and tosses Sol some painkillers. ]

Here. These have been helping, but not as much as they should.