Lönnrot half shrugs in agreement, then recovers a dripping bundle from the floor. A convulsive snapping of the shoulders reveals the bundle to be the familiar black jacket to match the sodden trousers. Lönnrot shrugs it on with just a trace of haste, as if ashamed to be seen out of style. Narrow fingers tap pockets in an eerie simulation of banality: spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch. In a moment, the tableau is complete: Lönnrot, soaked and smoking in Erebus, is Lönnrot still.