I had just awoken. There was some dreadful commotion going outside and I was about to head out to see what the matter was.

I don't know how much time had passed since the conflict at Isla Yura's manor.

[He straightens his sleeves, as if a little self conscious at that, or perhaps simply feeling far off his guard for not having a proper answer to that.

From this distance, Break may be able to catch the faint smell of antiseptic and blood under powder and soap.]