[Jefferson flicks a piece of grass off his pant leg before looking up at the man who'd stopped beside him, breaking eye contact with the offending hat sitting in front of him. He doesn't immediately move to stand, but the tall blond standing beside him is towering from this angle.]

I'm trying to figure out my next course of action. As you can see, my hat has been crushed. It was a good hat. And it is not one that's easily replaced. I admit I'm at a loss, Captain.