Not allergic, exactly, just... The way pineapple makes the roof of your mouth hurt? It's like that. He'll get over it; there are times when the only appropriate response is a hug, and this is one of those times.

"That ain't long at all." He frowns. "...Picked a hell of a time to show up." He usually feels for the new people, but the ones who'd been dropped here just to be a part of the bullshit that's going on right now? He sure as hell don't envy 'em.

Crossing his arms, he peers over Martha's shoulder to the beds, where he can see a few people resting.

"Sure as hell ain't slowin' down..." And then he looks at her. "You slept at all?"

He hadn't, much, not for a few days when he'd come back. He'd kept it quiet, of course, but he'd been running on empty for at least a week or so afterward.