[What is probably the only positive about Jon having gotten here first is that he knows giving Martin the full choice of spread in front of them is likely to be overwhelming. Jon couldn't wrap his head around Kim telling him to pick out whatever he wanted to wear, not after the end of the world. So while Martin thinks about tea, Jon sets about finding at least one other shirt for him, a simple pullover. Nods to himself.] That should do it.

I'll grab these for you and we'll head somewhere quiet to get just that. Something to eat as well, I think.

[Doesn't take but a couple minutes to get things paid for and into bags. He offers an arm to Martin.]

Come on. We can get you washed up at home.