[ Sam pulls his attention from the Nest in general at the "feel" of a new mental voice, focusing on their connection. He keeps walls up - a rolling layer of clouds, cool mist and a warm breeze - out of habit, with Hosts he hasn't met yet. It's overwhelming enough, all of this, he figures the least he can do is try to keep himself out of their minds. ]
(Sam Wilson. Good to meet you.) [ He pauses, then there's a trickle of amusement across the mental link. ] (As much as this counts as meeting, anyway. I'm guessing you're one of the people they just kind of dropped here in the middle of this?)
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( Sam Wilson. Good to meet you. ) [ He pauses, then there's a trickle of amusement across the mental link. ] ( As much as this counts as meeting, anyway. I'm guessing you're one of the people they just kind of dropped here in the middle of this? )