"I can't make you do anything mate, I'm just letting you know." Adjust or die, you might say. It's not nice, he appreciates that, and he's not trying to be cruel. But Jacob is very much used to death, causing it, seeing it, being close to it. He's not got time to be a wet rag about it.

If the other man had said aloud anything more about showers, baths, washing or otherwise dealing with the fact he's covered in blood, Jacob might have smacked him. Thankfully, Hector has the good sense to keep mum about it. After all, they're trying to escape this place, not get ready to address parliament. Priorities, Hector.

"What bodies? The undead ones?" He asks, distracted for a moment by the strange question. But if, as Jacob expects, this is a brand new arrival, he might not know the lay of the land. "The bodies walking around and whatnot are camped outside the city. I'd stay away from them if I were you."