you fell over on a loose floorboard in the archives, scrapping your knee and getting blood over a few statements. Martin came to help, of course, and now you were sat in the break room as he patched you up "It's no problem really- I've been doing this stuff since I was 7- my mother..." he goes quiet for a minute "I- its not that she was uhm.. bad- she was- it was- she was... fine. Normal." he speaks in a tone that makes it obvious he was caught in a lie