Avery wasn't doing a great job keeping up with the journals, and he knew he needed to do better. Ordinarily that wasn't something that would concern him, but it occurred to him that it could be another way for him to meet people. Surely he wouldn't have this odd temperature problem going on forever, but if it was a while yet, he needed to force himself to connect with others. He'd worry about how it could happen at some later date.
"Avery," he said, nodding to her and extending his gloved hand. "Pleased t'meetcha." She might think it was odd that he was wearing gloves, but he could pass that off on being sick, if she asked.