"If this look says politician, then I should burn this shirt after tonight." Cullen chuckles and takes the other chair, stretching his legs out comfortably and crossing them at the ankles.

"This is more comfortable than rocks on a beach, I daresay. I really don't ever have much occasion to make use of this room. I should change that. Things are stabilizing a little, enough that we can make a few attempts at civilization." He looks him over. If he's feeling any worse for the wear from the voyage still, he doesn't look like it now.

"You're all right?" It's offered casually. There's genuine concern behind the question. Despite their teasing on the beach, he took no pleasure in seeing him so ill.