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The manta girl chuckled softly at the very blunt statement that 'Awen blue'. She smiled dearly down to the cheeta and ruffled her hair. "Thanks Colche. You're nice and warm and fuzzy, which is always good in my books."

She couldn't help but give the girl another tight hug. It had been much too long since she had seen the cheeta. It wasn't that she hadn't liekd the way she looked she'd just been.... secluded. If she wasn't in the lake she was in her room with video games, or at the new arcade, mainly locations she didn't figure Colche would go, now that she thought of it. "Awen missed Colche too." She said before letting go.

"Colche's been good, right?"

Awen saw Colche slip past her to grab the chicken and with Awen's stomach growling she figured it wasn't a half bad idea. She eased her way backwards to the food line and started piling a plate with fish sticks.

Mommy getting married? She was mulling over this statement before her eyes widened. Aubrey!? So the devil had proposed to the woman, had he? Awen held mixed feelings for this news but she smiled at Colche anyway.

Hearing the cheeta fumble with her sentence Awen raised an eyebrow. She knew there was something else Colche was going to say, but didn't. At that pint though it didn't matter, Awen had burst out with a laugh at her final statement. It was said in such a cute and innocent way, and it was so unexpected she couldn't help but laugh.

"You do now do you?" She said still with a grin before her mood suddenly changed. She went cold remembering hearing the news of what Billy had almost done to her. She gave Colche a sideways glanced before grabbing a bottle of water and starting towards a table. "And who...may have told you that Colche?"

"Oh! Aubrey told you!" She sagged slightly in relief of that statement. She know it probably wasnt anything like the Billy incedent or she wouldn't have said it so giddily...but Awen stilled worried for the girl.

She went over that in her mind a little. Ambrose and Angelina were going to have kids? Awen wondered how well that would go over with the island, if they could even produce such a thing the way their bodies were mutating, at least on an internal level....

Awen simply let those thoughts slide before giving Colche a big smile. "Soooo who is this "learny man" you spoke of, hm?"

"Carlottes web, really?" Awen grinned a little thinking of the old movie she used to watch about the poor pig. "I remember thatr story. I'm really impressed you are rreading that Colche. Good job really!"

Awen gave the cheeta a brief hug before waching her dash out of the cafeteria. She laughed a little bit and waved. "Have fun at your lesson Colche!"

She shook her head slowly still chuckling to herself. "That girl is just a ball of energy.... I really should see her more often..."

And then she ate alone.

For once, Jamal had woken up super early, by his standards anyway, and had crawled out of his jungle bed with a distinct craving for something bloody and rare. He considered hunting, but he was still groggy from waking up, plus he was feeling rather lazy anyway, so the cafeteria was the next best idea.

Or so he thought.

As the man pushed open the door to the cafeteria, he was wholey displeased to see that the place looked like it was in the midst of a cleaning spree; he'd never come in and seen the chairs up on tables before. The thought never crossed his mind that the place actually got CLEANED like a normal resteraunt.

"Oh what da hell," Jamal growled irritably as he swaggered between the tables, looking at the perched chairs as he went. "Can't a guy get a ********' meal jus' b'fo dawn 'round herr?!" Jamal's nose wrinkled as a lingering scent covered the cafeteria; it was NASTY, whatever it was. He almost lost his appetite then, actually, but because he'd crawled out of 'bed' with the intention of eating, dammit, he was going to eat.

Jamal's ears flattened back as far as they were anatomically able at the appearance of the scrawny, perpetually nervous individual hauling a bucket of water and a snarl curled at the edge of his lips. Already his human side was picking this guy out someone easy to manipulate while the tiger side saw him as a true weakling...the type that ought to be exterminated.

The tiger man approached the new face with tension clear in his expression. He wanted to give this guy a piece of his mind, alright.

However, when the man dropped the bucket, sending the chemical laced water to the floor, Jamal swerved instinctively to avoid the spray. The pungent smell of chemicals almost masked the BO and the general gross smell that had seemed to strengthen with this man's appearance.

"Watch what yer ********' DOIN', ya damn idiot," Jamal snapped at Newt as he gingerly walked through a spot that wasn't too wet. "You responsible fo' da chairs bein' on da tables?!"

"You was just -what-?" Jamal snapped pointedly, advancing further on the man until the table blocked the new guy's way. The tiger man was about to ask WHY he'd be cleaning, since staff ought to exist for that matter, but the tap to the little colored blob on the man's overalls caught his attention. It was one of the feral lab logos.

Jamal's eyes narrowed dangerously, but gained a rather eerie gleam to them at the same time.

"Yer a STAFF person, AIN'T ya?" drawled the tiger languidly, a clawed finger tip jabbing the offending logo viciously. The man's voice dared Newt to deny it.