There's no way to avoid it, Dante looks rough. Even though they'd managed to find clean clothes and a bathroom in mansion hell, they still wound up going through a number of battles there. His suit is rumpled and ripped in multiple places, several large burn holes scattered around his ribcage and back from where Freya had been punching him with her fists aflame. Blood trickles from a gash on his forehead, and there are several large scratches down the right side of his face near to the ear and jaw. But mostly he looks tired, his eyelids bruised and something a touch haunted in his eyes.

And that's only the visible stuff. In case it's not readily obvious, it's been a really long three weeks.

"You got us back?" Dante repeats, brow wrinkling. "What do you mean?"

No, he hasn't charged his phone up yet. He hasn't even thought about it beyond switching it between pants pockets! All he knows is their own struggle to find their way back home, not what everybody in the city's been doing.