Mary Campbell and Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
"I'm sure it will," Wes gave a slight nod. He didn't want to move his head too much and risk upsetting the delicate balance and calm he had at the moment. He sipped the water, taking in a very small amount so not to overwhelm his stomach.
"This is perhaps the worst way to meet someone, but I'm Wes," he told her. He'd considered giving a fake name, but he was far too active in the community to pull that off. And there wasn't much point, anyway. He hadn't made a very smart choice today, but everyone had an off day, now and then.