[His gaze flicks to the bandages. Hm.]

Not me, no. One of the others who arrived here somehow successfully managed to break their window when their machine blasted salt water.

Honestly, what is with these people here... [Grumble.] This whole situation is feeling less and less legitimate and more like some sort of practical joke on us all.

[He looks to Will and frowns at the steak, like he doesn't remotely trust that, either.]