That... wait, what? Now that he's looking up, Conrad can see him better, and that looks like... but. He just -- what? Conrad slips a little down the grassy edge, and as he gets closer, he can smell him a little better. He smells different. Also, walking in sand sucks.

"It's Conrad." He stops a few feet away, once he's sure that his nose isn't lying. "Okay, you -- who the hell are you?"