"Orion," His hand shake was sure and warm though his hands rough. The cold had done a number in the winter and spring before and he had few resources to heal the rough skin. "I suppose that's why I'm having a hard time adjusting to my name. Can well give up my training and I can't give up Amy."
"Ah, England was something else. My accent's fading, and my God, it took me nearly... sixteen years, but I've dropped nearly all my slang from my childhood." He studied the sky before them, the green grass, the simple fact the air smelled so much sweeter than it did three years ago in general. Green, blue, white, and the flashes of color of the trading posts. "Though the first winter was rough, I was terrified for poor Amy. She's a tough girl. I worry of course, she hasn't had all her shots." He hung his head for a moment. Amy wasn't the only one. Everything they had battled off in the last few decades might return with a vengeance.
His posture and air was warm yet civil, if he was uncomfortable about the silence it didn't show. All manner of sorts had come to his offices before the world ended. "Well, mighty cruel of them to even consider charging a doctor even more than it costs. I doubt that's the case now but it's... good to have a second option for others. The Cano, the Enk, possibly the Oma and Lawu too. Chet as well, but I'm not sure how loyalty works around here."