"Yes," John confirms as he takes an almost prim sip of his own water. He doesn't know how quickly the Lonely might rally, but what he's seen of it so far suggests it has the capacity for spite. The Archive is probably secure enough for the time being, but he's spent more time in his flat than anywhere else. If there's anyplace in the city more or less Lonely-proof right now, it's there.

But when it comes to the Lonely's behavioral patterns, Martin would know better than he would, really. John does give him a searching look at the refusal, wanting to make sure it's not coming from a place of pride or embarrassment or anything else he'd rank below Martin's safety. But it seems he's being honest, and John nods, mollified. "Well. Good." After a beat, he adds, "You'll er... call me if that changes...?" Not that he'd expect 'placing a phone call' to be an easy task under the circumstances, but Martin did manage to text earlier.

Some of his deliberate composure fades when Martin offers his card without even hardly looking at the receipt, and even though he's mid-sip, he hums in protest, brow furrowing. "Wh--hey," he adds for good measure once he can speak.