No less uncomfortable was Richard Sanders, hands shoved into his pockets and body covered with thick clothes. He'd at least discovered that they were ... warmer than the other clothes in his closet.

It wasn't until a moment too late that he bumped into Liir and nearly dropped the small bagful of luxuries that he'd purchased to remind him of home. He recoiled like a man possessed and ... well, looked relieved Liir hadn't burst into flame or something equally as serious.

"...sorry."