Svetlana wasn't exactly prepared to meet people. It's been a harrowing sort of month here, but with one doctor in Lakeside and one in Milton, she doesn't catch many breaks. It's only been a month since she walked into this same community hall, since she warmed her fingers on a soup bowl that seemed to contain exactly what she needed to be back on her feet.

She's a little frazzled today, her hair piled on top of her head in a very messy ponytail, but the hat is what catches her eye. His question gets a laugh and she shakes her head, setting first aid kit on the table.

"I think everyone comes when the weather is terrible," she answers in heavily accented English. "Are you hurt? Feel all of your limbs?"