He's a poet. [ Yuri toasts back with a little laugh.

Then he's being given an umbrella, and he feels--something. Delighted, to start with. He stares at it for a second, then plucks it from Molly's hand. He tucks it behind his ear along with a lock of hair. ] Thanks, Molly. I'm Yuri. Yuri, since we're gonna be helping each other.

You know what kind of places you've been before? [ Which is a strange question, but feels appropriate right now ]