Jericho smiled meekly in return, giving his turtleneck a little tug by hooking it with his pinky before letting his hand drop. It'd be nice if he could shout words back, say something friendly in greeting...Instead, he lifted his sketchbook with a dubious little frown and hesitation, glancing over at the stranger before making his decision to quickly scrawl something out.

Pink-faced, he trotted over, turning the page over as he moved, and held it out for him to read, trying to push a smile and expression to match the words.

Hello
Are you looking for something out here?