"Never a dull moment." He grimaces, and resigns himself to dabbing at his face with the edge of a sleeve. "There are... unfortunate similarities to home."

More of them than he'd care to count. Enough of them that he doesn't even remember the shade of his blood, right now. Doesn't register it as strange.

"Did you just, um... arrive? There's rather a lot to catch you up on."

Tim is here. Tim is here. He's not sure whether he should be expecting Gertrude Robinson herself to step out of the shadows, next.