"John." He's always glad for another friend in cowboy mindfuck town. He shakes her hand, even as something tightens in his expression: when he checks Camilla against the hollow in his mind, it aches like a loose tooth. Hard not to press at it, but the nosebleed would just be one extra embarrassment in his already not-stellar day.

Probably doesn't matter, anyway. What are the odds, right?