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She nodded at her friend. "I hope you're right."

Turning to the artist, she spoke. "You know Hargun, you could just be sliding towards nocturnal. Plenty of animals don't come out during the day." Giving the girl a smile and a pat on the hand, Greer stood and bussed her tray. Returning to the table to give them all a smile, the Captain a pat, and the Dude a shy wink.

"Bye all!" She called, striding back to her room to gear up for another exciting day chasing bugs. Despite the feathers, this was the life.

Ambrose was just heading towards the cafeteria as he spotted Greer making an exit. He was dressed nicely, wearing some clean long khaki pants and a polo shirt, long since given up trying to hide his features, although his hair was very neatly brushed and slicked back, and even the fur on the backs of his neck, down his jawline, and over his arms seemed shiny and healthy.

He gave her a friendly wave and headed in, and nearly coughed at seeing the cafeteria at the fullest he'd ever seen it. Including a completely new face - a young dark-haired girl who looked to be barely a teenager. he shook his head in incredulity.

However, before he went to go sit with them, his stomach forcefully reminded him of his primary reason for coming, and took him directly to the food line where he was met with the glorious sight of... steaks... rare steaks. His hands were on the tongs before he could even finish calculating, adding two... three... four.. and finally five of them onto the plate on his tray before he headed over and set his tray down near the Dude, Cassidy, Hargun, and the other girl.

He smiled to his friends and assumed that given the girl's company that she knew the ropes. "Good afternoon." He smiled pleasantly to the company. After sating himself with at least a preliminary slice of the food, and swallowing, he extended his hand to Amaya. "I don't believe we've met yet. My name is Ambrose." He said with a practiced aire. "Seems that new people are showing up every day..." he added, a little hesitant.

Timothy heard the door above him shut and someone walk down the stairs. He decided to peek out the door and saw Vasile walking toward the cafeteria. Timothy felt weird, he didn't want to be a stalker or anything but he was rather bored himself, and food did sound good.

Quickly getting dressed in something a bit nicer he headed out towards the cafeteria hoping to maybe talk to Vasile and hang out. While getting something to eat of course.

Okey. Greer WAS trying to flirt with him. Awkwardly, but persistently.

WOW.

As the befeathered entomologist made her exit, the Dude followed her with his eyes, processing this sudden realization. Well, she WAS cute ... in awkward geek kinda way. Adorably Vilma-esque ... but why would Greer have a crush on him?! ... he wasn't even smart. Really not the type he'd think Greer would go for. This was all very new and unexpected. But the Dude grinned nonetheless. It felt nice to be liked. And winked at.

Then Ambrose entered and he waved to his buddy as a greeting, trying to act casual about all this. A bit belatedly, the Dude responded to the others.

"Sorry, zoned out. Good to meet you, Amaya. So ... you are an orphan, huh? Man, Moreau knows how to pick people that will not be missed all that much ... b*****d." - he nodded at her and petted Captain Morgan on the back. The cat stretched blissfully and closed his eyes to snooze, enjoying the love. He wouldn't even mind if people other then the Dude would give him a pet or two. As long as they were respectful about it.

"Well, there are ways of this island, I am sure, but we have been told that if we leave before completing the full series of injections, we will die of cancer shortly there after. So that effectively prevents escape attempts for now." - the Dude added to Amaya.

Then Vasile and Timmy showed up. Captain Morgan, who was comfortably stretched out on the table, opened one of his evil eyes and looked lazily at the newcomers. Oh ... looky there ... entertainment has arrived! He gave Brutus a look with enough vile attitude to make a New York rat have a heart attack.

Ambrose looked over as the Cafeteria remarkably began to fill up even more as two other familiar faces entered.
He nodded pleasantly to Timothy and Vasile, still looking a bit sheepishly towards Vasile.

"Amaya. It's nice to meet you" his handshake was firm - but not deathgrip - in return. "Well, nice as I suppose it can be considering the situation" he gave a halfsmile as he overheard the Dude's summary of her situation.

"Orphan...? So you were adopted here..?" That certainly fixed her here. No one to come looking for her either. They were getting resourceful, and careful it seemed not to retrace any steps. But unlike Colche, she seemed rather perky and well-adjusted.

He nodded at her question. "Yes, you can press 0 to get a hold of one of the staff at the lab... unless you irritate them and they disable that" he added as a grumbling after affect.

At Amaya's call of "dog!" Ambrose nearly coughed on his steak, thinking that she was referring to him at first until he looked back following her eyes and spotted Brutus. "Oh! That!" Ambrose spluttered in relief.

"Ahhhh... Vasile ummm..." Timothy was about to point out that it wasn't make up, but he really didn't want to argue with Vasile about this. "Thanks" he said flately and stood by the tables.

"Hi, don't think I know you all here, I'm Timothy Matthews, I'm a musician. Sort of." Timothy rubbed the back of his neck and watched the cat and brutus. All these people, it really made him nervous which caused some kind of... a feeling inside him. It was like something was tensing up, since he realized he was a skunk he didn't even want to think about it.

He walked up and noticed that they had some seafood. He looked over the food they had and noticed the shrimp, the small little pieces of meat looked extremely appitizing just laying there, all lined out.

He served himself while everyone else chatted.

As his prey fled even before he could really start hunting, the Captain debated giving chase. Briefly. But he was being petted over here, and he really did just devour two steaks all by his lonesome. Chasing a dog, no matter how entertaining, was just not wise at this moment. The red cat yawned widely, showing off his yellowing fangs and went back to dozing.

Meanwhile, the Dude watched Vasile compliment Timmy on his "make up". O-key ... did no one fill him in yet? GAWD. It's been, like, a week by now? And yet Vasile seemed to be still under impression that this was all a movie in which he was the hero. Hey ... whatever works ... So Timmy was a skunk, huh? Man, better either stay on his good side or very far away. A skunk was nothing to joke about, especially a human sized skunk. Talk about a big stink ... He grinned to himself, imagining a vivid picture of Moreau's death by Timmy's powerful glands. Oh, that'd be morbidly kickass. Maybe he should talk about that possibility with Timmy sometime ... it had merit.

"Hey Timothy! Looking good in black and white, man!" - still smiling to himself, the Dude nodded to both Vasile and Timothy and went back to scratched his cat behind the ears.