[ The human seems welcoming, under the circumstances, and DiMA is visibly relieved for that. He hesitates at the offered hand before extending his own -- it's not quite a hand, unfortunately. More the exposed metal structure of what used to be one, now just hinged metal pieces that resemble a skeleton. They're cold as they wrap around Alice's hand, though he's careful to keep his grip gentle. It's been a long time since he shook hands with anyone. ]
My name is DiMA. I've just arrived, and have no shelter from this storm.
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My name is DiMA. I've just arrived, and have no shelter from this storm.