[he looks around the room in awe: at the table on the floor, the things scattered everywhere, the bed and wall and floor smeared with sticky drying blood, the poor basil plant lying with its soil scattered and its pot smashed...]
Oh, PM, what a mess. What a terrible mess. This has been an awful night.
[he bends down to try to pick up a piece of broken pottery, but winces and has to straighten up again, holding his bandaged side]