[Okay. Light clearly needs to keep this rather simple.]

Who else would you be?

[The oil in the wok is beginning to sizzle, but it's not quite hot enough yet. Light carries his bowl of food over to the kitchen sink and dumps it into a colander, which he sets under the tap. He turns on the water and lets it run over the vegetables and chicken bits for a moment. (He grimaces a bit at the latter, but what can he do?)]