Dinadan spies something moving quickly out of the corner of his eye and drops the cook book he's holding to the floor as he spins to face it, hand going for his sword -- which he's not wearing, because he's in a public library in the state of New York rather than somewhere deep in the Brazilian rain forest. He's been out here less than a week though, and survival reflexes don't fade that fast. He blinks and relaxes.
"Oh. Hi Jai." He stoops to pick up his book, brushing imaginary dirt off its cover. "...How are you?"
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