~I'll be honest, luvvy, I asked to stick close because I'm right spooked. I don't mind admitting it, I'm a modern man.~

[He runs a hand through the tangled mop he calls hair.]

~Uhm. I think we've met. Not YOU you, but another you. I mean, maybe. Possibly. If you happen to be a mutant, and, uh. There's a reason for the gloves in spring.~