The nervousness does not miss Jonathan's eye, though he may have the wrong idea of where it originates from. How could anyone have simply been transformed entirely in coming here after all?

He's got much to learn, but perhaps they all do. For now he startles a little, momentarily confused by the question before he remembers his shirt. "Oh-"

Which is still rather heavily stained in fresh blood. "Oh goodness- I'd forgotten the state I was in," he gasps, hurriedly explaining himself. "I assure you miss, I am unharmed- or at least I am now. It is quite strange to explain, but I dare not burden you with such dark details as how my blood came to spill upon this shirt."