"Oh- oh no it's alright, I'm just-- a bit twitchy, generally speaking," he says, bobbing his head in return to the man's - Reid's (Easier than Jonathan, Christ). The familiar accent is nice, though. Almost homey. "I'm Martin- Martin Blackwood, um - I-I suppose assistant archivist, if we're sharing titles, but mine isn't- well, practical here, not really. I don't..."

He turns to face the doctor properly, lifting a hand to brush some thickening curls off the back of his neck. "I don't think we've met...?"