T'ey should know 'ow much we enjoy to solve problems wit' violence by now.

[As his two cellmates prepare to engage in fisticuffs, Spy slinks down the bunk to stand on his two feet. He reaches out to touch Scout's shoulder. When he speaks, his voice is still lowered.]

Are you sure you're in any position to fight? You are injured and probably medicated.

[Scout never told him, but he figured it out by the way his balance wobbled earlier.]