["Gold". Okay, registering name, augh being sick sucks. Not someone he knows - no need to be straightforward, though he won't be as elaborate as usual either because his thoughts are not moving as quickly as he wants them to be. Gold is... Okay, a different version of Chris - it took Red entirely too long to process this. Stupid fever. Of course this takes all of a handful of seconds.]

... A cold. Just a... Cold... [That's safe enough to say, at least - he pushes himself up a bit, trying to get to a more upright seated position. His food is... Still there, okay, he should get back to that, Blue will be upset if he forgets to eat or doesn't eat it all.]