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Ginerva's handshake was small and jerky, and quick.
"It's Celtic... or Italian... actually." She giggled. "It's some horrible mutation, is what it is. Not unlike them." She gestured out with her knifed arm.
"Or you... All in good time."

Richard heard Ambrose's voice. He continued to breath deeply, in and out, in and out. Mentally, he searched for that safety switch in the mounds of muscle in his back but they were too agitated, so he kept his eyes shut.

"Ambrose? I.. I'm fine, she just surprised me. That's all." Richard struggled to get a hold on his emotions, at least his voice sounded human again.

Had Thom been a bit more sober, he probably would have taken offense when Alec went over snickering. As it was, he laughed aloud, slamming his bottle down on the table and rising to his feet. "Ah, now tha's my fault. Bloody thin' was too long, kept trippin overit, so I...trimmed it a bit. Antony tore it a bite shorter than neces'ry." Still snickering, he glanced down to the tattered edge of the dress, shaking his head in amusement and replying without looking up. "Ah, when'd we las' speak? You were still stuck in the jungle, eh? Good t' see y'back. 'Course, I 'aven't been stayin' in my duplex... Liddle trade out of th' labs, neh?"

Gallen watched as Richard got angry and was ready to jump to the aid of the young girl, but was stopped as a large furry mass passed him. The soothing calm voice helping cool down Richard. Gallen sighed in relief that another fight was not about to break out. though he was shocked that Richard would get violent towards a women.

Aislinn took a step back, feeling a little attacked by the woman's words,
"Well, that was...that was just a preparation. For...for my surgery..."

Wait, that was slipping back into denial. But anything to keep from the thought that she was going to be hideous like those surrounding her. Some sort of freakish combination of human and animal.

"I...don't want to be a freak."

Nita backed away from Richard and Ambrose, mumbling apologies as she pushed through the crowd. She needed a familiar face, and one that wasn't about to start growling or gnashing teeth or something equally unpleasant. Spotting Marshall over by the drinks, Nita headed his way. She could say hello and get a refill. Score.

"Hey, Marshall," she said, sidling up to the penguin-man. "Having fun?"

"Ye, am back. Go' me teef pulled fo' th'trouble, bu' at least am no' dancin' wi' th' wild anehmo'!" He was glad to hear that Thom was doing well, almost relieved that so far tehre was no indication that anything much had happened since he left. Of course the contrary was indeed the correct, but it would most likely take longer than a night's worth of chatting by a bar to sort out all that. "ow's th'leg? Worst o' ye troubles wi'ou' a doubt."

As the two kept on talking, Alec didn't notice that his rate of refilling was increasing with the rowdiness of the conversations and generally being within good company.

"Your teeth're back, incase you 'adn't noticed," he offered brightly, reaching for his bottle, missing entirely, and catching it the second time. "Ah, yanno, not comfor'able, but tolerable. Twitches 'ere an' there. Not th' worst by far, oh no." He shook his head, chuckling dryly. "'Ad this shadow chap followin' me around for a while. Fairly sure I imagine 'im. Got locked in my duplex. Roaches. Dead faces. Ate some rats." He paused and fell silent, good mood vanishing momentarily as he stared down at the floor, losing himself in the memories. Quite suddenly his head snapped up and he laughed, taking a long drink from the bottle before speaking once more. "Not 'ere t'night though, not 'ere t'night."