[It might not be the body that he would have chosen to be in, but Al can hardly deny that his armour certainly has presence in situations like this. Following the sound of the shouts, he crunches through the snow and emerges from the gloom, brushing snow from his shoulder spikes where it had begun to pile up.]
Hey, there.
[His voice is incongruously cheerful, as if this was a good place to have an idle chat. He's actually worried about this poor man trapped outside, but he wants to try and keep spirits as high as he can.]
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Hey, there.
[His voice is incongruously cheerful, as if this was a good place to have an idle chat. He's actually worried about this poor man trapped outside, but he wants to try and keep spirits as high as he can.]
I was beginning to think it was just me out here.