[Chilly as it was, and as much as he disliked the chill, it did remind him of home. So to that extent he knew how to layer and improve his chances at maintaining a proper heat. He'd actually been daydreaming of his old route to work when he heard his name and his attention snapped to.
The voice was unfamiliar, but mainly because he hadn't heard it in person instead of over the journal system. Sitting up straighter, he grabbed his crutch and slid off the partition he was waiting on.
Though her face was slightly familiar, the intent of the bow, quiver, and other accessories set her apart. With a smile he approached, his own bow and quiver slung over a shoulder. Once he was close and stable enough he offered a hand to her in greeting, smiling faintly at the snow occupying her hair and shoulders.]
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The voice was unfamiliar, but mainly because he hadn't heard it in person instead of over the journal system. Sitting up straighter, he grabbed his crutch and slid off the partition he was waiting on.
Though her face was slightly familiar, the intent of the bow, quiver, and other accessories set her apart. With a smile he approached, his own bow and quiver slung over a shoulder. Once he was close and stable enough he offered a hand to her in greeting, smiling faintly at the snow occupying her hair and shoulders.]
Katniss? I hope?