A less dignified woman might have made a noise akin to 'Oof', but Integra says nothing, at first stunned by the sudden movement, but not alarmed or angry. Hugs are not a currency Integra often trades in. After a moment, she raises her arms to embrace him in return, not clinging or even very affectionate, but supportive and steady. It's not terribly feminine at all, but then, not much about how she's been raised to move tends to be.

The idea that she'd ever see Dean - or any of them - was one she'd long since set aside. It occurred to her, of course, in those first weeks, but there'd only been Jack Benjamin, and then no one. Not even Seras. Marks on the walls of the roots of the city spoke of people who came and went, came and went, and she let it go.

It's a strange feeling, now. Integra has never had friends before. And she's only ever missed the dead.

"Did you-" not a stutter, just a pause. That's all. "Did you just get here?"