He never would have believed it had it not happened again. The first time? Perhaps a fluke, but Kai couldn't stop thinking about it. So, he tracked her down, "accidentally" bumped into her again, grabbed her wrist with ungloved hands to steady her, and still... no hives. No rashes. Her proximity didn't feel disgusting. Her skin felt clean ... pleasant under his touch.

*How?* Kai's mind thundered, cold eyes shifting up to her face. She's pretty- the sudden assessment in *his* mind was in itself jarring, for he had never felt attraction towards anyone before. He wanted to pick her apart. He wanted to know everything about her. He wanted to *have her.* And he will.

"... We meet again. Perhaps it is fate," he murmurs. He was in his casual clothing, a black mask over his face instead of the plague mask he usually dons. Kai would try to be proper... but he will drag her back to the compound kicking and screaming if he had to. "My name is Kai. What's yours?"