The mirror being the treacherous object it is, Nick doesn't quite succeed in concealing said burns from Daniel. His hand freezes on the doorknob but he rapidly decides against bringing it up now. Whatever the story behind those horrific looking injuries, they're not going to want to have it in a seedy bathroom over a running shower while fifty percent of them are barely clothed.

"Right," says Daniel with a brisk nod, and shuts the door behind him.

He finds it considerably more difficult to focus on his half-legible Latin musings. Those injuries looked more than a little horrific, so of course they wouldn't come up in casual conversation. Daniel nibbles at the pen in distracted concern, batting his options around without much success.