Welcome to Gaia! ::

:::Quite naturally, Cora reaches down and collects Alex off the floor. She positions him back in the chair, and lets her hands linger an inch away for a couple seconds, in case he needs steadying. When she's satisfied, she lets her gaurd down just a bit:::

Alex, you are intoxicated. And...I have not understoond most of what you have said. Regaurdless of my appearance, I am from a time far into the furture compaired to yours, considering you are of your mother's era...or world, or when-ever... Anyway, I do not fully understand old english dialect such as yours.

:::His judgement must be skewed because of the intoxication:::

You do not look well, Alex. Let me help. :::She reaches with her right index finger to the top of her left wrist, she intends to begin programing a neuro-pattern to reverse the effects of nausia, but soon realizes that she is not wearing her cuff:::

:::She looks at him, and back down at her wrist again a few times, nervously. But she finally releases a sigh. She removes the black glove from her hand, and presses down on the skin on her left wrist. A precisely cut latch appears in her flesh, and it opens. Under it is a key pad, and she procedes as she would had it been her cuff. Soon, the small probe pertrudes seemlessly from the top of her wrist, just above the keypad. She presses it to Alex's temple, and stokes the executive key:::

:::Cora reeled back as Alex flipped out. When she regains her composure, she thinks to herself, Well...I could have said the same thing about you... She is embarassed, but greatful that no one else is there to see the scene:::

Please! :::She hushes him::: Calm yourself. I am human, you have nothing to fear. :::She looks over to the side, not really wanting to face Alex. She must appear to be a monster:::

I am officer of the law. When I lost my arm during a rebel insurgence the Omega Force saw fit to reconstruct my forarm cybornetcially instead of just using the parts from one of my stasis clones. It is uncommon, but has proved practical.

:::Cora's not sure what half of the things he just said meant, but by the tone of his voice, they were insulting. She was very upset that some one viewed her as such. This is exactly why she didn't want any one to know. But she tried telling herself that he was most likely over-reacting due to his drunken state:::

:::She latches her wrist back together, and the probe receeds. She puts her black glove back on:::

:::Sighing::: I am sorry to have startled you, Alex. I do not know how to prove to you that I am human, aside from responding to you with reason, a self decisionary thought process, and compassion. But if it is at all fair, I think of you as a strange creature as well. I have a cybornetic arm. You have large hairy ears and an extremely elongated vistigial coxis bone.

*Luke bounds into the room. He was running - obviously on a field of some sort - he's got a huge stick in his hand with a pocket net attached to it. He's wearing a helmet and shin and elbow guards.*

*He catches himself, the minute he hits the brink, gives a little gasp, and stops before he hurts himself or destroys anything.*

*He's got his game face on. He pants a little, catching his breath. He coooools, relaxes his muscles. He puts down the lacrosse stick and rests his hands on his knees for a moment.*

*When he looks up, he waves... He's still pretty fired up for the game.*

Yo...what's up?

I'm kind of in the middle of... *looks down at his lacrosse stick* of a game. But.... *goes over to get some water* I'm glad for the break.

*Looks at Cora... she's still in the same dress*

You really like that dress, don't you?

:::Cora looks back and forth from Luke to Alex. She steadies her gaze at Luke, and puts on a concerned look, though quite sincere:::

He is very intoxicated.

:::Cora presses her lips together, still looking at Luke, and solemnly nods:::