Dan's still shaken, still fading in and out a little bit. All of it is a bit more like his time escaping the Overlook than he'd like to admit.

At least this place feels safe and warm instead of sterile and unfamiliar like the hospital. Kat is a vast improvement on the army of adults who had gathered him up while they waited to see if his mother would live. And Marcus-- Dan's not sure, just that he matters so much it's a bit boggling.

"It's pretty fucked up," he agrees quietly, cleaning his face with the wet cloth and then scowling at the blood and... grime, he hopes it's grime. He thinks some of it might be ash.

Tipping his head back slightly, he gives himself over to Marcus's ministrations. "They had wrist shackles," he mutters quietly. "They were just being dicks."