...Only about two months now. I got here and was almost immediately put to work.

[Which is fine. Two months to settle in to this new afterlife (even if Aerith says they don't have to die to get here, how else would they? This is Hell, not another dimension.

He'll grab one shirt out of the bags and start leading Martin to the bathroom. Plucking out an extra towel and everything to use.]

I'll get some tea going while you clean up. All right?

[Even if he looks like he doesn't want to let Martin out of his sight... Those blood stains are ever present and he should really see about getting it washed for him.]