“Ah…”

The man glances over at you from the paper he was writing on as you woke up. He stared, his stoic yet tired expression growing a little more softer the longer he stared at you.

“тебя не было— Ah… Sorry— I… I mean, you were out for… quite awhile.” Zima corrected himself. Looking back down at the paper the avoid eye contact, he added. “I worried that you were g-gone for… a moment… Это было бы нехорошо…”

He quickly cleared his through, looking back at you before asking, “Your… your name?”