[The cry in his mind is the thing that catches his attention, as much because there's only one voice he knows inside there other than his own as because of the din of other voices. And it hasn't been nearly as long for him as it has been for her since he last saw her, but he turns like he's been slapped and skips the macho disaffected bullshit and books it towards her, skidding to a stop a couple of feet away. Then he's triaging the situation, looking around, making sure that there's no emergency, nothing putting them in danger, no immediate issue before finally looking straight at her with wide eyes behind his glasses. ]
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Jean?