Tron pulls her into a tight hug, her small frame fitting against his with easy familiarity. "It's really you," he murmurs, holding her close for a long moment. "I thought I'd never... it's been so long."

Finally, he withdraws, but trails his hands down her arms, squeezing lightly, as though reassuring himself that she's not going to vanish like some memory-ghost. "Did you just arrive? Have you seen anyone else from... from our world?" He has to hope that she hasn't run into Rinzler, or worse, Clu, yet. There's too much to be explained, and he wants to be able to break it all to her slowly.