[There are so many conflicting emotions to seeing her again that for a moment all he can do is stand and focus on the tiny point of contact that her fist makes against his chest, a slight pressure that leaves behind a warmth that proves she's real. Real and here. He has no idea what went wrong and why she's in his world, only that all of a sudden he's both not alone and terrifyingly responsible for someone who is even less suited to this world than he is.]

Believe me, I wasn't expecting to run into you either.

[And isn't that the understatement of the millennia?

It takes a moment or two more of wading through the way his head is already spinning off on all the different consequences there could be of her being here, but he finally makes himself step back and get a proper look at her.]

...hey, you're safe now. I know people who can help you, make sure you don't need to worry about truancy officers any more.