He should probably be looking out for familiar faces, and he kinda is, kinda isn't. There's always been a part of him that's been used to not relying on others, and in this place, where his thoughts are -- everything's so different, that he defaults to habit. Who is he going to find around here? How the hell is he supposed to find anyone around here?

Waking up out of that sea and turning into... you, is kind of a head fuck.

Regardless, he is trying to figure out his surroundings. See what are options, what he can do in a city that looks nothing like the ones he knows. Doesn't notice the figure approaching him until they're too close, and he's starting to turn to her before she speaks, and stops in his tracks from both her face and a familiar voice.

And the who.

"Tory--" There's relief spoken on her name. He looks at her, about her, mouth parted as there's more he should be saying, but this needs a second to be taken in.

(Is that a sword? --Okay, no, we'll question the sword later.)

"I--" Now he's looking at her face. "--I showed up today? How long've you been here?"

Because everything about her says longer than him, but especially her question.