"It's okay! It's like bumper cars in here, except not as fun and kinda more cold?" John thought it depended on what sort of bumper cars you were riding. If you were riding cold bumper cars, then it would be even colder than this. But he thought his analogy was rather apt, since everybody seemed a little woozy from something or other. But he was worried about the wheezing man, in a mildly worried way.

"Are you okay? Do you need any help?"