[ ah, it certainly smarts. soysauce is still gingerly rubbing at the back of his head as he extends a hand to take those photographs -- giving a grateful little duck of the head in lieu of a bow. ]

Nothing that will leave a mark, I think. And it's no fault of yours, m'lady! I really should be paying more attention to my surroundings, here. [ a sheepish little laugh. ] It's just -- it's a little sobering to receive objects from home, through these lockers. Something of a reminder of how far we all are from home, yes?