"Oh, I remember. The fight, that ungodly cramped helicopter, and... what came after." Breathing a small, smoky sigh, he moves to to lift the hood. Careful with his talons, he manages to pry it open with a bit of effort. "It was March 20th before I arrived here."

So... there's that. He delivers the news with a distant expression, his voice subdued. Even without outright stating that he survived more than a month, he knows Ren can read between the lines.

The question is how he'll take it.