Martin gets up gingerly when he hears the knock, not wanting to startle John overmuch - he can only imagine how disorienting everything must be, bigger and probably louder than normal. He pads over to the door and - taking care to look this time, just in case - opens it to let Daine in.

"Thank you for coming," he says softly and with a tired smile. "He's, erm..." He steps back, seeing John still over by the water bowl. "He's not very mobile, I think... I think he's having a hard time working out all the... logistics?" He shrugs. He doesn't really want to speak for John, but he's not sure what Daine is expecting, or if this'll even work.

"This is John," he says belatedly. The weirdness of the whole situation certainly doesn't discount the importance of being polite. "John, this is Daine."