Somehow, being a pariah amongst a people of openly genocidal racists doesn't exactly speak well for you, Mister Elf, who'd have fucking thought.

Martin keeps that one to himself, but the narrow-eyed look he gives Nero still says it for her. Until there's a hand in his face and he blinks in sharp surprise.

"...it's not going to be poisoned, is it?" Yes that's legitimately his first concern. Prison food might be horrible, apparently, but it's still at least confirmed to be safe.