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With the snap of a few necks, though only those of glass bottles, Johnathan's great hands rise from below the bar with several bottles of a sickly green fluid with labels long peeled off. He downed them all at once. He set them in a neat row on the bar and smiled a big toothy grin, showing off a nice row of razor shapr pearly whites, "Good, you're sstill here. Mosst people run at firsst ssight. Wait...you..." He pointed at Cora with a clawed finger, "...you haven't been a sseedy little bar nearr Junktown have you? Sseem damn familiar."

*Maggie, on the other hand, can only managed a strangled squeaking sound*

:::She looked back at Maggie, and whispered:::

It'll be alright.

:::Then back to the creature, to keep him talking:::

Have you been here before?

Kane watches Maggie fade away and nods, "I have indeed." He began moving closer to her, keeping his hands in view, "Yourr sscent evadess me." He sniffs at the air as he approaches and then looks to her face, "...but yourr facce. I neverr forrget a facce. What iss yourr name?"

Kane stops to think for a moment, yes, she was undoubtedly the same person. He approached within an arm's length, his own arm that is, and extended an upturned palm. The great hand made it impossible to know if he was implying he'd like to, or if it was just a gesture as he asked the question, "I don't ssupposse you rremember the frenzzy of a dancce we shared back before I became a Beasssst?"

Kane retracted the hand, curling back on itself to bring it back close to his chest before sliding it down to disappear within the folds of his robes. His toothy smile seemed to quirk to one side, much like a smirk, "Asss I expected. Rrather glad no one rrememberss 'ole John Hunterrr." He let out a brief sigh as he turned his entire body in order to glance around, "It wass too much work holding onto the passt anyhow....I don't think any of thesse chairss will hold me..."

He looked at her rather seriously for a moment before he let out a bellowing, roaring laugh. He quickly stopped when he realized she wasn't joking, "My GOD, woman! You rrrreally can't tell? Tell me, do you know of genetic engineerrrrring?"

Johnathan took a step back, rearing up and throwing the robes back away from his body to pool on the floor behind him. Standing at his full eight and nearly a half feet tall he was a sight to behold. Traces of blood red fur covered his body, but it was mostly faded by stress, age, and the sun itself. He bared himself to her, "In the sssserrvice of the Brotherhood of Sssssteel. They couldn't make the beassst sssmarrt and obey, sso they made the obedient and intelligent into Beasstss."