[She snorts at the cat's disdain, although in fairness she probably smells mostly like the cigarettes she's been craving this whole flood. She scritches the back of the cat's spine and then sprawls into the seat opposite Jones, helping herself to a pleasantly heavy tankard of something or other. She doesn't really care what, as long as it's a drink.]
Thanks. You new or changed?
[She hasn't paid attention enough to see his human guise in passing, guesses the unfamiliar appearance might be down to the flood.]
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Thanks. You new or changed?
[She hasn't paid attention enough to see his human guise in passing, guesses the unfamiliar appearance might be down to the flood.]