His prison clothes are a little dirty and torn, and he's got a skinned knee from falling down in the escape, but there's no other obvious injuries. "Oh, I'm all right. Tired, obviously, kind of dirty, they couldn't even let us have a shower before throwing us in here, could they? No."

He does let her shoulders go, though, and takes that hand she offered in both of his-- not like Marc would, but like he's just holding it the way he would his own hands, up against his chest. "You have your own place, yeah? Where's it at? We should definitely know where each other are staying, don't you think?"