Jean looks up and waves with their whetstone, their resting smile becoming a more...human one. Their face really is just like that, isn't it. Some augmentation surgeon badly needs to be sued for malpractice. "Afternoon, Agent -" Jean pauses. Looks through their head for a different gender-neutral title. Fails to find one. "- Agent, I lost track of you during the containment breach. Glad to see you're well!"

Jean is less well. Jean is still bandaged and waiting to be able to get their stitches out. It sucks.