[He is indeed on his morning runs, because why not? It's a busy morning, everyone a little more lively after the straight up wasteland of yesterday. Anon, for his part, has been lively the whole time, wriggly as an eel and a little waterlogged too. He probably ran into the surf at some point.

He puts up a hand in a pleasant wave when he spots Ann along his path back from the edge of the forest.]

Ann! Are you joining me this time?