[Public, later]
[His hair is still damp, and his skin looks pink, a little raw. He's been scrubbing and scrubbing. His eyes are deeply, terribly sad, but he can't quite look straight at the screen.]
I'm sorry for the - mess. If you saw it. It's not. Anyone on the barge. I'll clean it up now.
[Private to the maintenance crew and possible future maintenance crew]
That shouldn't - it's not in you guys' job description. But if I could borrow some supplies. That'd be good.
[Private to Elsa, also later]
Please tell me you're okay.
[OOC: multiple respondents to his arrival totally okay; if any flood is good for wibbly time, it's this one.]