"Yeah, figured as much." He runs a hand down his face and glances back toward the door, then frowns up at Korrin. "If it's all the same to you, would like to be seein' if I can't help seal this shit back up. You did say it was this fuckin' mark's thing right? To be sealin' it up 'fore the demons get it all in they heads to be pourin' through." He doesn't even think to ask after a pair of clubs or anything else that could be used as a weapon, in light of learning that he could possibly be of use without it. The shock's still settled in on him heavy, but as always, his first instinct was to see if he might be able to fix whatever the hell might have been broken in his wake.