It's only a few minutes before a man walks out of a different stand of trees.

Piotr is coming from much less far away, even if the casual observer would only have seen them both emerge from wooded paths. He was on the far side of the lake sketching studies for a painting; it's a lovely afternoon, full of warm light. But there are clouds starting to gather, and he's judged not getting his sketchbooks rained on to be the better part of valor.

Things Cora may notice include his height, his quantity of muscles, and the large portfolio slung over his shoulder. Also, a general air of amiability.