Don’t worry. I think you’ve earned yourself at least one do-over.

[ If she does frown a little at the sight of that hand, scraped-up and freshly bleeding, it’s not out of a desire to be rude; she doesn’t quite free her own hand from her pocket quick enough to reciprocate before it’s already being withdrawn. ]

Wynonna. [ A beat. ] Also hi.

[ And then, because she can’t help herself: ] You’re one of the newer ones around here, aren’t you. [ It’s not a question, only because she’s pretty sure she would’ve recognized this chick long before now. ]