"I was hoping to see if I could meet a few new people, yes," he replies, as though he's anything close to a people person. He isn't, of course; he seeks answers and is driven ever forward by curiosity more than he cares about becoming terribly friendly with someone here.

"But, to be honest? There's someone here from my world, apparently, and I can't help but wonder if there could be more on the way."

And thus, his interest in the initials woven onto the front of her uniform: HHS.

"Where are you from, exactly?"