[He raised an eyebrow. It couldn't have been just a simple greeting or something that he didn't have to answer in rhyme, of course. Now he actually had to speak, and this was to someone who looked familiar, but he was pretty certain he had never met personally.
Another returnee? He frowned.]
No. It is not my friend. In fact, I wish this shadowing of my movements would end.
[There. He rhymed. Good thing he could think on his feet.]