[ A strange kind of desperation is driving him as he pushes against the door. Is it because he believes the person he's been trying to find is behind it? Or is it because the thought of finding someone, anyone, is a strong lure? Maybe it's a bit of both, not that Alan would easily say that out loud. But then there comes Elizabeth, slipping through and stumbling a little. He reaches out to catch her, but she manages to right herself without help.

His eyes immediately take in the clothes she's wearing, and while he doesn't see people dressed like her every day, the fashion doesn't strike him as odd or foreign or anything. His mouth opens as though he wants to say something, or make some kind of comment, but before he can really figure out what to say, she gets there first. ]

Well, I don't know if you'd say that I'm good, but... I'm not bad, either. I know that's far from reassuring, but trust me: there is way worse stuff out there than some strange guy who breaks down doors. But yeah, I'm sure I was looking for you.

Unwise, though? [ He huffs out a laugh. ] I'd say "unwise" is my middle name at this point.

[ He rolls a shoulder idly and cracks the knuckles in both hands as he responds. ] Wake. I'm Alan Wake, and I think... well, actually, I guess I don't know your name. Unless Songbird means something to you.