"You don't know me. York, you gave me my stupid bloody nickname!" At least he'd grown so used to 'Monty' that he actually kind of liked it. Or at least tolerated it.

If he doesn't have a way out of here, we--

"Give it a rest, Phi. Priorities." Vermont tilts his head. "Your eye isn't busted," he observes. "But shit is going down. I don't understand this; there's shit going down right now. Where I just came from. And your left eye is busted, and you definitely know me."