Malcolm Bright

See, who the hell asks things like that? Tim's dumbfounded, can't make heads or tails of the question. All he can piece together is that he thinks he knows what the correct answer is:

"Me?" Ever-present bad luck doesn't allow him to make it a statement.

...but Malcolm is... trying, and he doesn't deserve that heaping pile of bull, and Tim rocks back on his heels and sighs out his defeat (he needs to breathe). "I don't understand what you're asking, sorry."