"Hanging in there, luv?" Jono had been attempting to check in on everyone that was looking particularly vulnerable since they'd gotten trapped in this bloody place, which meant that people who were more or less able to hold their chins up and keep on keeping on were tabled for at least a little while. "It's been one hell of a week."

He was looking fairly tired, himself. But at least he was clothed, and he'd managed to scrounge together food here and there over the past few days. If a handbag full of orange TicTacs counted, anyhow.

Jono was starting to really hate orange TicTacs.