[Roman? Looking for an excuse to get mad? Never. He rolls his eyes.]

I'm fine. [He says, still leaning on his cane while he catches his breath.] Aside from needing about ten showers.

[He straightens up and collects whatever dignity he has left, then sloshes towards the mouth of the bay before he pauses again. Uncertainty flashes across his face.]

Where do we go from here? [Before she can get too rhetorical on him, he continues.] I had safehouses in Nova City and Fayren, but I doubt they're still around. Genessia City is too busy... Everglade? Attleton?