In hindsight, Nora wished that her brain would just kickstart already and actually come up with something clever or nice to say. Even, I'm glad you're alive or Let me help you with that cut on your thumb so you don't bleed to death, but she couldn't find the words. Nora just stared at him, astonished that she literally barged into someone's trailer that she knew. Everything about this was absolutely absurd, but it was happening, right in front of her.
"You're a Hellhound," she repeated, blinking slowly to try to come back to life from this. Was she dreaming? Was this real life? "I'm a Bitch," Nora replied offhandedly, watching him as he grabbed the paper towel and cleaned the blood off his thumb, the cut she'd basically caused. "A Camp Bitch, I mean. I just got here, like, two days ago. Rodeo let me in."
Nora suddenly cracked into a grin, realizing just how amazing it was to have someone that she knew - albeit not well, but knew - from before. "You're a Hellhound?" she asked kind of ridiculously, a little laughter in her voice. She couldn't really remember the last time she felt humor. "Weren't you, like, in med school or something? And now you're patched." She nodded her head ever so slightly, processing all of this. "That's fucking awesome."