Dmitria gripped at her arms tightly, walking through the wastses of the world. A figure stood just up ahead, and she reached for the hand gun she held, half out of habit and half out of fear. Okay, not so much habit. "Hello?"
A muffled breath fails to slip past his lips, despite their slight estrangement from each other. He isn't the easiest man to startle, despite the occasional bouts of paranoia, but unknown voices catch him off guard.
Tilting his head to the side, he runs his tongue over cold-chapped lips. "Hello," he repeats almost monotonously.