Maybe later, much later, Drake might get a story as to why he hated showing any part of him. It could be a thousand different reasons, but for now his prickliness alone would have to tell enough of a story for Drake.

Most of the bronchi were... well, not in good shape. Some of them just starting to heal from being terrifically swollen, there were obvious signs of asthma just about everywhere- No wonder he'd thrown such a fit over Sanzo blowing smoke in his face. Scar tissue covered a lot, and there was ever still a lingering presence of pneumonia, fluid already very slowly starting to collect in the very bottom of each lung.

Cassian just fidgeted, unsure of what to make of the situation as a whole. After all, it didn't... feel like anything was happening right now.

"... So ye find anythin' in there yet?"