"Funny," Nehsi said quietly as he approached the campfire. He would have to introduce himself before the very thing that ultimately brought him to the camp, and as he got closer, his stomach became more contorted, his fingers clenching in the pockets of his hooded sweater, a far cry from his composed self hours before arriving. He heard stories of others existing amongst humanity, and to finally meet them, to know. It was an amalgam of joy and trepidation, and perhaps even anger.

The chatter of the group increased in volume. He pulled down on his hood and sighed. He gave an unsure wave and repeatedly shifted his gaze from the fire to them.