[Lithunaia, while still missing details, can hazard a guess based on the reactions--particularly from Poland, who he's quite good at reading--and Turkey's clothes what happened. He can't help but feel vaguely guilty for it, though he can't come up with anything that would have helped at that point except just standing there and answering questions (but they would have gotten too hard too quickly, he's sure). He's caught up in his thoughts enough that he doesn't notice Greece until the man speaks, and he jumps a little bit as a result.]
Ah, hello. [He can't manage much more than that, really, his concerns piling up on top of him. He addresses Turkey instead, because at least worrying provides a direction.] You have extra clothes, right?
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Ah, hello. [He can't manage much more than that, really, his concerns piling up on top of him. He addresses Turkey instead, because at least worrying provides a direction.] You have extra clothes, right?