[Concerning. Martin shifts his tea to one hand and wraps his arm around Jon's shoulders.]

We'll figure something out, whether it's one or the other. I can... I'll get some statements for you. A place like this? There are people who're bound to have all sorts of stories, right? If it's... really a dream. I just need you to hold tight for a little while, okay?

[He will make sure Jon has enough to manage. There has to be enough.]