It's impossible to mistake Jack for anyone else. There is only one skeleton man in the world. Somehow, it looks even weirder to see him in clothes. But Nadine lifts her own hand to wave in greeting, and stands up from the steps. Sure, he's weird and also literally a skeleton, but Nadine likes Jack. There's something very sweet and earnest about him.

"Hey. Welcome to my little piece of New Hampshire. Or my idea of New Hampshire, anyway, this isn't a real place. Just little bits of a bunch of real places." And her own idealization. But it's familiar and comfortable and helps to recharge her.

She sorely needs the recharge right now.