"'M not a fan of exchanging names. Getting to know people. Not now." The hand slips from Cricket's shoulder and disappears under the cloak again. He shifts his weight and adjusts the thick fabric around him as he looks around. "No knowing who's going to survive all of this. Don't need any more sadness. More to mourn."

"'S too cold to stay out here for long. I wouldn't, if I were you." Somewhat more cynical advice to part ways with, but it's sensible and therefore means well. With that, however, he waves roughly in Cricket's direction as he shuffles into the building Cricket just came out of.

Naturally he'll not see him again. Even if he follows him straight inside.