"It is until they die," he points out dryly. His eyes are back on the table, but he can't make out anything else that belongs to him, and a part of him aches at the realisation.

"But- no, I-I think I'd rather... stay here, for now. Get my bearings." Not immediately introduce himself by asking where the nearest corpses were to see if he could try and discern what the fuck their problem was. "Maybe eat something."