[Martin just backs up, allowing Jon in and realizing he's really not dressed for the day. That's troubling. Are his clothes here?]
Oh... Okay.
[And closing the door. Martin rubs his eyes beneath his glasses. Right, right. Wake up. There's trouble, and Jon's obviously agitated.]
See anything interesting out there? [Tentatively:] Killer... deer, maybe?
[He heads to a dresser and finds some of his clothes, thankfully. He's going to start getting dressed, pulling off his sleeping T-shirt without preamble.]
screams back
Oh... Okay.
[And closing the door. Martin rubs his eyes beneath his glasses. Right, right. Wake up. There's trouble, and Jon's obviously agitated.]
See anything interesting out there? [Tentatively:] Killer... deer, maybe?
[He heads to a dresser and finds some of his clothes, thankfully. He's going to start getting dressed, pulling off his sleeping T-shirt without preamble.]