[ The water is clear from what Cor can still see, keeping a wary eye on the depths as he starts to brush at his arms. It takes a few attempts before the gunge begins to sift away into the water. Thank the Six for small mercies; Cor isn't sure he'd want to trail any of that back into his place of residence, he'll already be smelling it for centuries to come.]

It could be much worse, we could still be stuck in those sewers. [ Cor is feeling the cold seeping into his bones, but not enough to be chattering just yet. He does, however, startle hard when something brushes against his foot though it just turns out to be a plant.] I don't think I'll be getting used to the floor disappearing any time soon. By the way you've got...stuff on you.

[ The marshal just motions at his own cheekbone with one finger.]