He winced a little at the solid noise of Charles' landing, the way he could feel it reverberated through the floorboards, just one of many things he'd forgotten about happening as a living being.

His brow creased just a little at Charles' instructions, pausing before remembering that yeah, he was going to have to do that manually. Once again making sure the polaroids and his notebook were secure, he peeled carefully out of his jacket, folding it into quick quarters and setting it aside, followed by the waistcoat, and while it made him pale again thanks to the way the movement shifted his ribs, his hands were still steady as he worked the buttons of his shirt free to shrug carefully out of it as well, lamenting the rip in the shoulder thanks to that initial wood fragment.

"I'm not sure how well I managed to clean it." He commented, voice a little quieter than usual, keeping himself steady, "Couldn't reach it that well."