There's something to be said for the easy acceptance: it sets Flynn at ease. He's never minded being the welcoming committee, so to speak— better someone be there to shepherd the poor people through those first few hazy days— but it always makes him a little anxious. Some people don't take it well. He doesn't blame them, but he never knows what to do, either, except sit with them while they figure it out.

"Flynn Scifo," he says with a truly friendly smile, "and I'd offer a hand but I'm a little worried we'll get stuck together. I've been here nine months, now. Since the first of us woke up here. It's a pleasure to meet you, and I promise that it will get— well, if not exactly easier, certainly more normal! And, on that note, have you tried the tea yet?"