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Kikue was happy that something so important in her own life was shared by somebody else. Not being able to restrain herself, she answered, "You're welcome." Picking some water up with her hands, she poured over her head and face, and shook her head. She pushed her wet bangs back from her face. "I like them all too. I didn't know there were DVD's here..."

Her face lit up. In a soft voice, she moved her hands to the song, singing, "Tale as old as time...song as old as rhyme...beauty and the beast." Stopping, her face flushed red, and she put a hand on her head to push her jet-black hair carefully back nervously. She hadn't meant to go off like that. She was so out of it recently.

"Okay," Kikue replied, not knowing what lessons Colche meant, but understand they were important. She nodded. At hearing Colche's resolution to watch DVDs with her, she laughed, truly happy. "Okay! Soon." She nodded again, watching the cheetah girl spring from the water with a grace beyond normal human reach. She waved Colche off as the cheetah girl sped off to what looked like the village. ...Wow.

Kikue stayed in the water a bit longer, swimming lazily, diving beneath the surface now and again to get her face wet. Sometime later, the water began to feel chilly.

Striding slowly from the ocean , Kikue's feet hit wet stand. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, wringing it out in her hands. Thoughts swirled lazily in her mind. She was soaked to the bone from the water, but didn't mind it too much. It was still hot out, and she was glad for the coolness of the sea.

Not bothering to try and keep herself from getting full of sand, she struck off toward her shoes and socks, left discarded carlessly on the shore. The hot sand clung to her wet skin, caking it. She didn't mind. Cramming her feet into her sneakers, she picked up her socks with a hand and started squishing her way towards the jungle.

Until she paused, just for a moment, and looked back over her shoulder at the rolling ocean. The endless sky. And the mysterious cheetah girl who appeared and disappeared, fast as anything.

Kikue's feet started walking again. A smile spread across her face as she walked beneath the shade of the jungle trees, heading for her room and a good shower.

The weather was wonderful, true enough, and Cass had come down out of the trees, despite the vague alertness she seemed to often get this time of day.

Today was one of those evenings, and she had the feeling she wouldn't be able to get to sleep for a long time, yet. Best to make to most of it, she supposed, and a walk... slither... whatever down the beach was as good a way to spend the evening as any.

What on earth was that, stuck in the sand?

Cass tilted her head a moment, spying the figure at the water's edge, trying to see if she recognized him. She took a gamble. "Um, hey! Hi, there!"

Cass clapped her hands over her mouth. "Sorry!" she yelped. "Sorry! I didn't mean to sneak up on you!" She hedged a moment, wondering if it was better to come offer aid, or just hang back and be non-threatening. "I thought you... oh, I'm sorry!"

"It's okay, really," Cassidy insisted. She was getting used to this sort of conversation; she seemed to having it over and over again. "My fault, I'm sorry. Really. Are you okay? You're not hurt, are you? Oh, geez. I really am sorry... maybe I should go?"

"I really am sorry," Cass said again. "I assumed that I knew you... my fault. I'm, er, Cassidy."

At least she could guess that he wasn't entirely innocent of the island, if he was taking it this well after the initial shock. "Are you, um, new?"

"Dinner's not a bad idea," Cass said, watching him carefully. He really was taking this well. "Though you might want to think about a fresh change of clothes, first..." She peered at his damp coveralls a moment before her brain managed to put two-and-two together. Cass pointed at the logo on the man's pocket, sputtered a moment, and finally managed, "Sort of?! You work for them!" Forgetting of course, that long ago, so had she.

"... yes?" Cass tilted her head, and briefly forgot to not let her tongue flick out; out it came in a flash. She lowered her arm. This was not the response she had expected. "Are you, um, one of the doctors?" She was guessing not. Doctors didn't usually wear coveralls. But you never knew. Enthusiastic responses to accusations always threw her off.