Bruce heard it, that soft, familiar reply and he turned that direction in effort to compute whom it was. After a moment of processing he found that he recognized the voice. It wasn't who he had wanted it to be, something he would keep to himself, rather a girl he had met in one of the common areas of the university. Destiny.
Though wrapped in a large frond of leaf, Bruce wasn't sure he wanted to call to her, to have her come closer. It crossed his mind that perhaps those here would be in the same manner of attire that he had awoken in, only but their own skin.
He didn't know if he was ready for that. But he knew he would call back just the same. "Deatiny?" He didn't think it was an error, it sounded like her.