[Unseen, Shuri's pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes to try to block out the snow everywhere so he can at least try to focus. Whoever the stranger is, they're not... attacking. Yet. It could be a trap. He's not sure what to think, but it's pretty unlikely he's thinking at all right now..]
A journal? [Oh, there-! But... Okay, processing all of this slowly.] Books... don't talk.
[Voice]
A journal? [Oh, there-! But... Okay, processing all of this slowly.] Books... don't talk.