[He sure can't see, and it's for that reason that he lets Ami pull him forward as the robots valiantly attempt to sort themselves out. That, and the sensation of letting someone with much more intent and energy than himself lead him around is so very familiar that it takes him a moment or two to remember that this girl is a stranger.
His comfort with the situation dissipates with that pang of realization, and it's then that he stops and yanks his wrist out of Ami's grasp, scrubbing at his eyes with his free hand.]
Who are you?
[It comes out sharp, like an accusation (and certainly not like the kind of gratitude he probably should be expressing). Maybe it is one. After all, she knew his name, and he's never seen her before in his life.]
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His comfort with the situation dissipates with that pang of realization, and it's then that he stops and yanks his wrist out of Ami's grasp, scrubbing at his eyes with his free hand.]
Who are you?
[It comes out sharp, like an accusation (and certainly not like the kind of gratitude he probably should be expressing). Maybe it is one. After all, she knew his name, and he's never seen her before in his life.]