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[ He is very good at keeping track of who is in the community. He has learnt most of the names of people he frequently sees around, but this man is new. He has yet to see him. He's naturally a little wary. This is the first flood of new arrivals and he's not sure what to expect. Something strange and disorientating, perhaps. But he plasters a silly, good nature smile on his face as a way of greeting. He sets down the yellow sunglasses he has in his one hand to fish out his device to respond. ]

I'm cleaning my glasses. It's been a while since I saw them. Nice to have something from home.

[ After a moment, he types out. ]

Are you new?