Martin takes it upon himself to wrangle the fitted sheet, looking up at Regan idly at she works on the pillowcases. Once he catches her eye, he signs a bit awkwardly, "You okay?"

He hopes that his face and his general manner communicate what would have been the underlying tone of the question if he could ask it aloud: that he knows she's not okay, how could she be; that he wonders more if there's anything she should like to talk about. A bit of a difficult ask in front of her little brother, he's sure, but it's hard to get people alone here, and he knows Regan is fairly alone in the current situation - the only person tied between two places that have been so unceremoniously brought together.