He heads straight for the food, even if the tea's securely in his hand, seeing as he's thirsty and hungry and cold, and his now-human brain is struggling to figure out which of those things he wants to be dealing with first, if he's honest.

"Someone that was dead," he agrees, which is not to say that he hadn't been pleased to see Faraday. "I'm glad he's here, but when he was sick, I said things. I said a lot of things," he says, with a heavy intonation and nod, as if that'll be enough to give her a hint as to how bad it was.