Andy waited until Veronica turned off the van before he unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out. They'd made some brief stops -- long enough to get him a decent set of very generic clothing and a bag to keep it in. That was fine; fashion was the least of his concerns at this point.
Veronica stepped out first, approached Mr. Carillo, and offered her hand. He shook it, smiling, then turned to Andy. "So this is our new student?"
Andy nodded. "And hopefully not too much of a problem."
Mr. Carillo huffed a laugh. "I promise you, our entire mission here is to help ease you past your problems."
That sounded encouraging, at least. "...Thank you," Andy said, after an awkward moment.
"We have a room prepared. If you don't have clothing, we can provide it."
"We grabbed a few outfits and basic toiletries," Veronica said quietly, "but nothing... personal."
Andy shrugged. "It's fine."
Mr. Carillo took a moment to study him. "You're really new, aren't you? I mean, I knew that -- it's right there in the file -- but we don't usually get new students until they've been changed for several months."
"I imagine most of them aren't being hunted by their makers," Andy observed, keeping his tone neutral.
"No, generally not," Mr. Carillo agreed. "Right, well, let's get you into a comfortable room, a hot bath, and a proper nervous breakdown, shall we?"
Andy considered that. "Yeah, that sounds about right," he admitted.
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