Henrik had needed a break from the hotel room and gone out for a walk to enjoy some fresh air. He knew his siblings were all hurting, had a feeling that not talking to a number of them probably wasn’t helping much either, but he couldn’t bring himself to start any kind of dialogue with them. He was still angry and knew it wasn’t a good idea to let that anger fester in his heart, confident that’s why Mikael had been the way he’d always been with them. So he’d get a hold of it all soon enough and work with them soon, but he needed another day or two remain mad.
He spotted the woman up ahead, dressed in a manner he hadn’t seen in a long while, even more outdated than he’d been when he’d arrived in Lawrence. Maybe she was dressed up for a party. They did that sometimes here or so he’d been told by Caroline. He didn’t really understand it but the girl hadn’t lied to him yet.
Except this one just looked lost, looked like she didn’t know where she was or what was going on. He’d read on the boards that people had been sent home, could it be that people had also been sent to Lawrence?
“Hello,” he started in English as he headed over to her, before switching to Old Norse. It’d be an easy way to see if this was a cosplayer or not. She could always look lost because she didn’t know her way to a specific building. “My name is Henrik. Are you lost?”