[ she sees his face first, taking in the minor wariness to his expression despite the casual greeting and then the device in his hand. she hasn't reached out to talk to anyone since the storm the day before (and she's still feeling the bruises and cuts from that, despite them being mostly healed over already), but she figures there's no harm in doing so now. especially if he may be one of the inhabitants in this house. ]
no subject
un: warsong
yeah
do you live here?