"Vith," Vis lisped, "Vith Thtarkweather." by this point his frustration had become so intense he was numb and didn't really care for the sound of his voice, instead he adjusted his scarf once more, wary about it falling off and showing his scar. Digging into his bag to find a distraction, he pulled out the child's encyclopedia, his mother had given it to him before he left so he could practice reading, though he hadn't touched it in a while, he'd rather read than try and fail at talking. 

Vis opened it up on a random page and started reading, slowly forming the letters ok the page into words in his mind, occasionally mumbling some of the harder ones. Incidentally, as he was reading his bag had fallen over and some of his gear had tumbled out onto the floor, among them his teddy. He reached for it, hoping no one would notice it.