"Generally nice chaps with a tendency            to get much too big for their boots concerning                     this planet. Awful shame, sometimes, but well,                              they shoot themselves in the foot. Or tentacle. Or whichever." He knows this man.      Can't remember where or why,          but he does. It's lost in the fog of his               memory and it's going to take some effort to drag it out. 

" O t t e r s .        When they hold hands,               it's hardly t'look cute.     It's to prevent drifting away from each other.             Silly human misconceptions that everything                      animals do is t'look cute."

      and she freezes,     blue-green eyes narrowing as       she takes a step closer,             hands on her hips.       M E S S A L I N E.      no one knew that.      jenny       told people she’d been in the army, but that was it.

A short nod. An uncertain one, but a nod nonetheless. He doesn't like the way she stares, his own gaze darting about. But, well, this is probably something not easily explained. Depends how much she knows. "Yes. Hello. I, um...     I've changed, quite a bit.        As y'can see.           Now, about that shoe lace."