It probably feels like Miles just backed into a wall this time around, or at least part of one, because it's small even if it's very, very solid. However, it's a weird kind of temperature for a wall to be.

It's actually a hand, as it turns out, belonging to someone with a mass of crystalline, red-orange hair, several holes in their torso filled in with gems of the same colour, and a faintly amused smile on their face. They're wearing their shirt open, so it's not hard to pick out the very obvious filled holes.

"It seems like a risky time to be wandering so inattentively, little one," they say, voice deep and amused. With the parasites still potentially being spread, there's a chance anyone could regret bumping into the wrong person.