Chris recoiled instinctively as he felt the touch on his back. He turned to face the bandaged man and stumbled back several paces, nearly tripping in his surprise. Automatically, he dropped his bag of possessions and brought his arm up to cover his face, though he really needn't have bothered, as he still wore the scarf and sunglasses that protected others from the sight of him.

The man had been talking. "Won't you come with us and hang out for awhile? So we can catch up?"

Chris tried to reach out to the man's mind, but all he could tell was that he wanted to get away from the library. Desperately.

He lowered his gaze to the stranger's feet and stammered out a reply. [color=fff200]"Y-yeah. Sure thing... old friend."[/color] He let out a terribly unconvincing fake laugh. [color=fff200]"Sure has been a while."[/color]

Chris stooped to pick up his bag again, taking care to maintain his distance from the other Gifteds. Something was going on here, that much he was certain of. Someone was in danger, and if Chris could help, he had to.