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It's nice to finally meet you in person.
[He's given up trying to make sense of things.
In the meantime, she may notice that it looks like he's been thrown through brambles. Wet brambles. The front of his shirt sticks to his chest from snow melt, and there's scrapes on his left cheek and left arm, with speckles of blood on his arm.]