"Hello Jake. Good to see you alive." She returned, though she had known he was. She'd felt his pull. Felt Gen, and Rachel, and a few others as well.
Without assist of fingers, her hair began to draw itself up into a long gathered ponytail, with many bands stretching from the top to the bottom. "I assume that there's a battle plan, because..." She gave pause when he informed her of the year.
Was that the last time that everything looked so... clean?
Hope stopped dead and gave him a more solid look over. "You look cleaner than I remember."