[the language doesn't surprise her at all--it makes it very clear that he isn't a lookalike, like some people in Eudio were, but Kavinsky--but the hug? Yeah, that's a bit of a shock. She's still thin on muscle for her age and height, a few months out of The Chair couldn't change that, so she's not hard to lift for most people.

She chokes out a laugh, trying very hard not to cry. Her Eevee makes a squeaking noise at being jostled, shifting so it is almost burrowed against her neck so it doesn't tumble to the ground]

Yeah. Yeah it's me, in the still-walking flesh. [she blinks rapidly] There was a...portal, like the ones I used back home in my work. It seemed a safer bet then...

[then what had been destroying the place so many of them had finally felt safe in, hangs in the air unsaid but not needing to be]