[It takes a moment, but Fenris picks up and sees it's Sarajane. He's surprised honestly, they haven't talked much, but regardless he finds himself glad to see she looks well enough.

Not that his broody expression gives that away. He's walking outside, looking a little wind rumpled.]

I am well enough, been dealing with the hunt that happens each night. I cannot sit idle and allow these spirits to kill people.

[A pause.]

I would be amendable to meeting up for a drink, perhaps another evening?