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Antony narrowed her eyes at him, the red irises taking on a whole new intensity as he continued to talk. "You're dead, as far as anyone else knows... All of us are dead, so ******** get a hold of yourself."

The squirrel woman stood swiftly, towering over him as her own temper got the better of her thanks to the recent stressing events. "Stop ******** acting like you're the only one here doomed to this fate! That you're not the only person worried about those in your life. At least you have family. It was just me, and my father... Not a day goes by without me thinking of how much pain and guilt I've caused him."

She wasn't pacing, but the tails behind her were speaking volumes for the intensity of her anger. "Now I'm not saying you need to take the news gracefully and suck it up because then I'd be a ******** hypocrite, but for ******** sake stop pissing and moaning like a pathetic emo kid who just got dumped by their girlfriend. Throw a ******** tantrum for all I care, but I've had my fill of pity parties since December! And let me tell you... They. Do not. HELP!"

By the time she was finished, her chest was heaving and she was looming over the much taller, and definitely much stronger man.

"Don't ma'am me," she snapped, frowning and crossing her arms, "I am not -that- old yet."

The next question made her grin, which looked rather maddening in her current state of mind. "Don't give me a reason to then," Antony replied, baring her teeth in a wicked grin, "Unless you're into pain... Then that could be arranged..."

A wink was added as her color slowly returned, or rather her lack of color returned. Either way, she looked as if she was calming down. As long as he didn't start whining like a little girl again, that is.

"Carpenter?" She asked, eyebrow raising in genuine interest, "I'm a mechanic."

Being a prey of sorts, Antony kept her eyes on him at all times since he was much bigger than her. Human or not, the squirrel was always uneasy about strangers.

A shake of her head was the initial response to his question, "Yes, but this place is locked down tighter than the White House. Cameras are everywhere, and the only way off the island is via the 'copter you came here on... Assuming you didn't wash up on the beach or anything."

Running her hand on her face, she sighed in a frustrated manner. "I've learned that it's best to stay on the labs' good side, because then they'll make it a more pleasant living situation. Don't piss off the guy in charge though... Last person who did no longer has his goodies..."

She trailed off, watching him to make sure he understood before continuing, "Think tentacle p***s... Or whatever the equivilant is for an octopus." A wave of her hand was offered before she headed for the water, motioning him to come with her.

"Car mechanic," she replied on her way down to the water. Hopefully here, the labs couldn't hear them over the sounds of the crashing waves.

Stripping her tank and her jeans off, she tossed them up beach and away from the tide. Though the sun was setting, Antony could see the color drain from his face as clear as day. "You don't want to know," she said simply. Really, even she didn't want to know, but unfortunately that wasn't a luxury she was able to enjoy.

When she was left in her bikini, Antony finally stepped into the surf, glancing back at him to make sure he was coming.

The look on his face did not go unnoticed, and Antony's ego was boosted, silent compliment tucked away in case the information gleaned would be useful. Moments later, the squirrel woman was the one to preform a double take.

God bless hard working men.

An appreciative look and a whistle were tossed at him before she continued wading into the waves, tails becoming wet and waterlogged. Luckily, they didn't stay out of water long.

She'd wait till he was in the water with her before speaking again.

"Mostly, but I'm very good with my hands..." She trailed off, enjoying the torturing banter. After all, she hadn't seen a guy blush like so in quite a while. "So I can fix just about anything."

While her grin was innocent, her eyes gave away her amusement.

"Anyways... I've been thinking a lot lately, and I got this stupid idea about possibly doing messages in bottles. We'd have to research a lot, and figure out lots of minute logistics... Which I think, given our professions, wouldn't be so hard for us..." Her eyebrows raised in a silent 'what do you think' sort of question.

"I know," she drawled, a lopsided smirk gracing her muzzle for a moment.

"There needs to be a reason for them not to suspect any of the bottles that we throw in the water first. Drunken idea maybe, but have us putting nonsense in the bottles at first. Or things that seem meaningless... There also has to be a reason for us to continue to visit each other often..."

Even as she spoke about their plan, Antony kept her seductive attitude. This way, the cameras would just see her as trying to seduce another hot male, which, given her history, wasn't that irregular. During her speaking, she brought herself closer to him, bringing her fingertips to trail over the edge of her bikini top.

"Considering my nature," the woman motioned to her pseudo-advances, "What do you suggest?"

"Storms and riptides would probably be the best bets," she agreed, cocking her head to the side as if trying to get a better look at him from her vantage.

Now, how to word this...?

"Well you see... As you said, I'm wicked, and if I didn't try and take advantage of such an attractive man..." A fingertip trailed between his pecs slowly, "Then I'm sure that'd put up red flags... And we don't want red flags now do we?"

The squirrel woman smiled, her eyes managing to brew a serious gaze to them even through her faux seductions. "You'll only have to follow my lead, and I promise it'll be rather painless."

Once he understood and they were both on the same page, then they could continue planning.