"About eight months," Mitchell responded easily for a guy in ripped clothes and gore. He headed back down the hall and paused at one of the shower units, holding up a finger. "Give me one second. This might be a little triggering for you, yeah?" He literally was gone only one second. Henry wasn't going to get any time to himself to poke around the strangely homey and yet still dark circular hallways.

They passed a woman and a man at a computer terminal, Mitchell never stopping to explain how one second inside a room could clean him up, who waved at them but the vampire didn't stop to make small talk.

"How are you holding up?"