[ After the whole debacle of being shot out of the air, Dazai isn't in the mood to garner the attention of anyone he doesn't trust. No matter how far from enemy territory they might be, that fact hardly ensures that forces won't arrive, following the 'breadcrumbs' of their spectacular crash-landing.

Full on paranoia might be unnecessary, but a healthy dose of distrust is the stuff that makes survival possible when you're caught smack-dab in the middle of a war.

So he's keeping a low profile for now, essentially sprawled out on dry land among the grass and decomposing dead with only his trousers and bloodied bandages on. It's not pretty, but attempting to dry himself out is first priority. The last thing he needs right now is a case of jungle rot or hypothermia from staying in soaked clothes.

After the surprise of being discovered by a complete stranger, thankfully with only his proverbial pants down, he swiftly deflects the offer with an obnoxious attempt at charm. ]

Well, hello to you too. [ Dazai props himself up onto both elbows while the rest of him remains stretched out, as though suntanning on the beach. ] I don't even know your name, and you're offering to play doctor?

[ His shirt, vest and trenchcoat are merely an arm's length away, lined up neatly with shoes and socks. But for now he makes no move to put them on to obscure the full-bodied covering of gauze engulfing bare skin everywhere but his head, hands and feet. ]

My, my. That's quite bold of you, little lady.