Right. Well, good luck, then. [He means that genuinely.]

And I was the one stalking you, remember? I wonder if I... [He trails off as he stands up and moves a little ways away, then further. Martin breathes a sigh of relief as he returns and collects the cups on the table to rinse out in the sink. It's a reflex to just take care of it.] I think I'm okay to go now. Maybe getting my finger bandaged up helped it? Jon can take care of himself for a little while, but I should probably go and see what he's found.

[He huffs out a little breath.] Hopefully not any spinning wheels.