[Ah. She calls out, so he slows down for a minute, whipping a handtowel off his hip to wipe his forehead with as he trots over.]

Since about five this morning. Vacation or kidnapping or at home, I'd rather stay on top of my routine.

[A beat. Hm. Her scent is... weird. Unpleasant. He can't hide how his face scrunches reflexively, though he just wipes against his nose and mouth with the towel again to clear it. Oof.]

You look relaxed. What are you reading?