The answer to the question sits dry and unspoken on Barrow's lips for a moment as he stares at the newcomer, and it occurs to him in this period that answering honestly would open him up to a level of intimacy he is quite keen to leave behind after the ordeal. Too many people have seen too much of him, recently.

"Fighting fit," he grunts instead, obfuscating the reality behind brusque dismissal. He feels like he looks, which is like shit. "I'm Barrow," he adds, glancing expectantly back to Strand.