[ Adrian nods, prepared to go fetch the tools from his own vehicle when the sudden screech of tires catches his attention. He looks up, staring as if he expects her to disappear if he blinks too soon. It isn't until she says his name that he seems to get his wits about him.

He nods at Sunday's question, already moving toward her. Though Adrian has been as polite and calm as his companion so far, it goes out the window immediately as he moves toward her. ] Lady Fern!? How long have you been— have you seen any of the others— should you be riding that with a head injury?

[ He's fussing, he knows, but until now he's not had any idea of what might have become of the rest of his friends. Adrian stops shy of reaching for her, though his freckles glow just slightly, warm. Relieved.

He clears his throat, turning back to Sunday. ] Apologies, Mr. Sunday — this is Lady Fern. She and I traveled together for some weeks before our arrival here. Lady Fern, this is Mr. Sunday. He's just recently arrived as well.