"Not that I know of. I figure they'd pick more 'huggy' people if that were the case, right? I don't exactly go around huggin' people."

But he hesitated. If he didn't know any better, he was getting a hunch that she was really hoping for another friendly face. Any of them. Or maybe a specific one. He wasn't about to ask.

But... "What a lotta people do is wait by the Welcome Center every month for any sign of their friends to help 'em out. New people show up about the same time each time, so it turns into a kinda ritual."

He didn't wait for anybody, but maybe it'd help her.

There was a quiet beep from him, and he raised his arm to chest level. On his wrist was an odd, almost cartoonish watch, almost like a gadget out of some sentai show, and he wrinkled a brow.

"Shit... s'it that late? Anyways, it's my turn to make dinner, so I gotta get goin' pretty soon."

He nodded to her selections. "...Ya picked some good ones. I mean, if you were wondering."

She really should lose the acrylic nails, though. But that wasn't his place.