He looks down at himself, brushing his hands across his shirt. When Hanna gets the cups, though, he takes the oars to start to steer them back. "Everyone looks good in the uniform when they're twenty two," he says fondly, looking over his shoulder a moment.

"I saw - " He hesitates for a few heartbeats. "I saw you taking a knife to yourself in the middle of a kitchen."

Might as well be blunt.