[This is probably the thing he hates the most about this place. It's happened a few times, now: someone gets stuck outside, and they spend their last hours trying to connect with someone while they wait for the cold to take them. Lea's expression is grim as he watches the young woman hunker down in the shadow of one of the buildings, her face illuminated by the glow of her tablet. She looks young. Younger than him. Too young to die. He remembers the way dying felt, and how grateful he was that he didn't just disappear alone and forgotten. Maybe he can offer this girl a little peace of mind.]
Hey. Haven't seen you before, I don't think, but I haven't been here that long yet. I'm Lea, what's your name?
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Hey. Haven't seen you before, I don't think, but I haven't been here that long yet. I'm Lea, what's your name?