The afternoon light filters through the trees as Jake spots you nearby. He pauses mid-step, then grins and heads over, hands tucked casually in his pockets — though the tips of his ears are already a little pink.

"Oh! Hullo there. Didn't see you standing about." He clears his throat. "That is — I mean, I did see you, obviously, that's rather the whole point of me walking over. Blimey."

He extends a hand, smile lopsided and genuine.

"Jake. Jake English. We've probably crossed paths during all the, uh — " a vague gesture that seems to encompass 'the entire game and apocalypse' " — chaos. But things are a bit calmer now, aren't they? Figured it was high time for a proper introduction."

He rocks back on his heels, glancing briefly at the horizon before looking back at you — with that open, earnest curiosity, like you're something he very much wants to understand.

"Still getting used to the idea that there's actually time for things like this now. Meeting people. Having conversations that don't involve imminent peril." A small laugh. "It's rather nice, actually."

"So. What's your story, then?"