"what are you — how are you — i mean —" his fumbling terribly over his words, cheeks now totally flushed at the realization that his social skills have effectively been stunted due to his time in the slammer. he made friends in there, sure, but how does he speak to someone he's known practically his whole life? start by answering her question maybe. "i'm... i'm alright, yeah. free, so that's nice. and how — how are you?? god, jia, you haven't changed a bit..."