[Mad. There's no other explanation for it, he's utterly mad.]
"Not this precise sort of thing, but yes, I suppose aiding those in crisis is my primary role in the galaxy."
[As soon as he inhales again, he remembers why he needed the rebreather, and he only barely manages to suppress the coughing fit long enough to reinsert it. He has no idea how Lupin hasn't passed out by now from the smoke.]
[Action] Oh god!
"Not this precise sort of thing, but yes, I suppose aiding those in crisis is my primary role in the galaxy."
[As soon as he inhales again, he remembers why he needed the rebreather, and he only barely manages to suppress the coughing fit long enough to reinsert it. He has no idea how Lupin hasn't passed out by now from the smoke.]