Ben glances at the corpse and swallows, but doesn't flinch.

"If it's any-- any consolation, mine, uh-- mine ended up looking about the same." Suffice to say, no, no, he's really not all right, but he's here and he's going to keep smashing things with furniture until he and Lily and Geralt and anyone else nearby are safe.

There's an attempt at a smile, but it never quite makes it to the full expression.