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Madison laughed a little at Greer''s reaction to her animalistic eating habits. "I take it that you are one of those green people," she said.

She just didn''t understand how someone could pass up a big thick juicy steak smothered with A1 steak sauce. Just the thought of it made Madison begin to salivate again, wiping her mouth with a napkin as before.

"Yes, I hope to make them feel better. It is unerving for some people to leave their previous way of life and arrive on this island. The environment is very unstructured and I don''t want anyone reverting themselves to utter chaos" she nodded and continued to eat.

"Have you always been fascinated with bugs?" she asked, raising a brow.

Greer's comment about Moreau sent shivers down Madison's spine. "I'm not entirely sure with what he is doing. I personally think it is nice to get away from my civilized life for a change. This island is a paradise! I'm enjoying myself very much, aren't you?"

Madison wiped her mouth with a napkin and felt like going up to get more to eat. It was a buffet after all..but she didn't want Greer to think she was a pig or anything.

"I'm stuffed!" she remarked, patting her lightly furred belly all satisfied.

Hearing Greer talk so nonchantly about bugs unsettled her stomach a bit. She never really liked icky things but didn't want to jump on anyone who did have an affinity for them.

"How interesting! How many species of bugs are there? I heard that in the rainforests, scientists are discovering more kinds all the time" she nodded with a wink.

(( lol..she doesn't know about Ambrose's change yet! XD ))

Madison watched as Greer just left suddenly. "Huh..something I said?" she said aloud, yawning. After this big meal she felt so tired.

"Maybe it was because I eat meat and it made her feel sick" Madison thought to herself and kinda felt sad. She didn't want anyone to feel uncomfy with her. If Greer had something against the way she looked, it would of been best to just ask.

A lonely tear fell from Madison's cheek and she headed for her bungalow for a nap.

Ambrose, the next early afternoon (he had crashed pretty hard after the taxing time the day before) got up and made his way out to the cafeteria, the back of his mind thankful that the population of the Island was rather minimul and that he had most likely already met the majority of the other willing or unwililng subjects. This fact helped him have the courage to wander out to the cafeteria by himself, trying to act as if nothing was wrong with the way that he looked.

He wandered to the serving area, hardly earning a second glance from the lunch lady (who was obviously abreast on the workings on the Island he thought bitterly), and piled up his plate with porkchops, ignoring the sides, grabbed some water, and went back out to the main seating area, noticing Cassidy seated at one of the tables.

He wandered closer over to her, pausing before automatically taking the seat by her. "Ah... good afternoon, Cassidy.." He began, scratching the back of his neck. "Did... did you want company - or I can sit somewhere else if you were reading" He would be polite - offering a built-in excuse if she didn't feel comfortable enough with him.

Ambrose lingered standing for a moment to make sure that she wasn't just being polite before smiling and settling down into a seat across from her.

He picked up his silverware and, feeling not quite as hungry as he had yesterday, deliberately slowed himself down, pre-cutting the meat into bite-sized pieces that he could pluck up with the fork.

"I.... well, to be perfectly honest I could be doing a lot better.... but..." He shrugged and tried to smile, although it ended up looking more bitter than positive. "What can you do, you know?" He finished cutting the meat and stabbed at one of the pieces with his fork, bringing it to his mouth.

As soon as the juicy meat his his mouth, however, his stomach remembered just how hungry he was.

Ambrose shook his head. "You owe me no such thing." He commented after he had swallowed his bite of food, another piece already on his fork. "I..." he winced. "I honestly probably would have said something worse had I not been the first one to expierence such.... complications, especially upon hearing that it wouldn't just be them."

"I'm sorry if I frightened you. I know you weren't expecting it.... jesting conspiracy theories aside." He was careful to not speak with his mouth open, but with the pace he was going through the meal, that generally resulted in his comments rather broken up between bites. "I... I just don't think that everything's even fully sunk in yet."

"Aliens?" Ambrose raised an eyebrow inquisitively. He surpressed a bit of a chuckle. "I don't know... Angelina sat me down for enough X-files episodes and they never looked that pleasant to me..." He was trying to get his mind off of it, keep it lighthearted, but at the mention of her name again he sighed heavily, the reminder that he might never see her again hitting him all over again...

He slowed in his eating and rubbed his temples, chewing on his lip until he winced in pain, tasting blood and realized suddenly that that had not been the brightest thing in the world to do.

He held up his hand. "Please, don't apologize. I know how... freakish I look. You don't have to pretend to be polite. Feel free to get it off your chest. Maybe it will help."

Ambrose sat and surprisingly placidly took the stream of ... well... not insults per se, more her hopefully getting off her chest what he was sure was going through her and everyone else's mind. He wanted to hear it in a way. He had long ago tired of the facades that the people from where he was from erected over frequently nasty interiors - much like his brother. People that would compliment you to your face and spread rumors behind your back. He had wondered, from time to time, if people were honest to begin with that perhaps such nasty thoughts wouldn't have festered inside them and made them the bitter people they had become. And, honestly, the thoughts that Cassidy had expressed were almost mild compared to his own self-criticisms that he had been expierencing.

Then, he actually smiled as he listened to her rant flow in nearly a stream of consciousness single, distorted sentence. "Feel better?" He smiled, scratching some of the fur on his arm. "I... I had to face myself last night - that was harder to do than you might think." He commented... "But I think that I needed to. Make myself look and think those things before I was able to do anything else. Especially if I want to think about trying to do something about all of this."

He mentally reviewed the points she had brought up. "Honestly, in a month, knowing them I'm probably going to be even worse than I am now.... so I won't expect you to get used to me. Hell, I'm pretty damn sure that I won't. Or this diet" He grimaced, looking down at his plate and realizing that well over half of the stack was gone. "I used to eat a lot, given... but a variety -you know, a balanced meal. I always had a high metabolism because of the fencing... but not nearly this high. The vegetables... they don't.... they just don't look right to me anymore." He realized how bad that probably sounded and tried to turn it into a joke. "But hey, at least I'm not craving raw meat, right?" The smile died on his face almost as soon as he said it - that was probably NOT what she wanted to think about. "I'm sorry.."