It very, very much isn't, but Martin has seen a lot of bones being used as weird things in his life. At least this one looks like a bone still, which... actually, is probably worse. He's just going to stop thinking about this.

He moves to sit down, crossing his legs and trying to settle himself. "No, not-- important, really. Just kind of out and about." He chuckles a moment, moving a hand to the back of his neck in a sheepish, practiced motion. "Kind of been a while since there was... I don't know, downtime? When stuff wasn't happening, so." He's realizing this sounds like he has absolutely no hobbies, which is a little embarassing, and fills in more words to try and cover that up. "How, uhm, h-how about you?"