"Um... I might've tripped into a hole in reality-- Which you probably figured out, by now. When I woke up, big underwater city, and... Not good." Blood on the walls, mutants trying to kill him and everyone else. Not good was an understatement.
"But... it's all scrapes and bumps, and--" some memories he'd rather not dig up right now or worry her with, "I will be okay.
Re: Front Desk
"But... it's all scrapes and bumps, and--" some memories he'd rather not dig up right now or worry her with, "I will be okay.