"Well met indeed." Very soft. It doesn't surprise him, and he doesn't bother with corrections.

He digs his fingers into his shoulder, for stability as much as to massage the pain away.

"You aren't -- "

But she is, somehow, and yet not.

An embarrassed grin follows. "Okay, sis, if it's really you you're gonna have to forgive me 'cause there's the part where I almost got the shit kicked out of me by a big malevolent tornado of evil, but -- how is it I know you?"