Remus's expression faltered, his smile freezing where it was to hide the fact that his heart was beating hard and the wheels in his head were starting to spin. He knew he didn't look well for a man his age, knew he looked a little older and weaker than he probably should have. Stress from trauma and depression had only made the effects of lycanthropy worse, had made him pale, was beginning to grey his hair. He usually said that he simply didn't sleep all that well. He had a dozen different lines for people he came across, depending on how long he planned to know them.
"If I'd known I'd be dropped here, I might have thought ahead and packed a bag," he said, scratching at the back of his neck and chuckling to diffuse the tension he was feeling. "Really, I'm all right."