Martin presses his lips firmly together and reaches toward the nothing, the lack of feeling that will let him deal with this sensibly. Tim's just arrived from being dead. He doesn't need this on top of that. The cold fog is like a familiar blanket in a way. His own hand reaches up and gently pats Tim's.

"Not really, but it's... what it is. You're alive here. That's good. You should talk to Sasha. I'm sure she'd be excited to see you."