As he approached what he hoped was another patient (because if it wasn't, the monsters had learned to use flashlights and that was another world of trouble entirely), Guybrush found himself suddenly bathed in light, the stranger having turned their flashlight on him. His eyes slammed shut, dots already dancing in his field of vision.

"Whoa, fellow patient!" he called as he took two steps back, holding his arms up in front of him in an attempt to look non-threatening. Whether or not he managed to accomplish that while wielding a sword and wearing a sash made of underpants was yet to be seen. "My flashlight isn't working. I promise I'm not wandering in the dark for my health or anything. Or sneaking up on you, though that's not much of a testament to my innocence."