[Given it has a bed and a sitting table, Carlisle has taken to calling his private sanctuary a cottage rather than a shed these days; however, it's not so private at the moment, so perhaps the former designation is more appropriate. He's surprised to have company, first because of the rather isolated location of his garden, and second because of the storm brewing outside. He'd only stepped in to see if he had anything to cover his face with, but perhaps he shouldn't, as he's now face-to-face with someone he's been meaning to call, meaning to speak to for some time since the Null's invasion. He wrote a little speech, has practiced this meeting in his head in front of his mirror.
And yet, her immediate reaction riles him, and he retorts in kind.]
I suppose a friendly greeting is beyond you, isn't it?
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And yet, her immediate reaction riles him, and he retorts in kind.]
I suppose a friendly greeting is beyond you, isn't it?
[Good start.]