"Yes, I've heard that," Rome replied, going with the flow, pulling BS out of his ass and marketing it as clear-headed intellectualism--his second-favorite pastime and greatest skill--even as he thought, Skin Walker? What the frack? Like that show on PBS he'd been forced to watch when the only alternative was Oprah? "And I'm grateful you're so willing to pass on that information. I believe you were just telling my associate here," he motioned to Elenna, simultaneously passing her an apologetic, I'll-tell-you-later grin on the sly, "how one goes about disposing of these creatures? Am I to understand silver is not the correct method, as is usual with beasts of a similar nature?"
Oh, man, he was loving this! Rome thought, channeling his inner TV-FBI-agent. Who actually talks like this, really? I mean, really?
"And you say keeping an eye out for any suspicious shadows cast may help us identify it?" He looked, but didn't look like he was looking, at the man's shadow, which seemed normal enough.
Rome's eye wandered to--no, was actually physically accosted by--a bright flamingo-pink Audi that was parked in the background. It was sleek, newly-washed and waxed by the look of her, and made the green Camaro behind him look frankly quite tame. Helloooo... he practically growled in the direction of the sports car, I'd love to meet the lady who belongs to that fine lady...
Then, as quickly as he was distracted, Rome was back again. Still that pounding headache, but he pressed on: "Anything else you can tell us about tracking it if we do lose it?" Since, uh, we kinda already did? he added to himself.
Oh, man, he was loving this! Rome thought, channeling his inner TV-FBI-agent. Who actually talks like this, really? I mean, really?
"And you say keeping an eye out for any suspicious shadows cast may help us identify it?" He looked, but didn't look like he was looking, at the man's shadow, which seemed normal enough.
Rome's eye wandered to--no, was actually physically accosted by--a bright flamingo-pink Audi that was parked in the background. It was sleek, newly-washed and waxed by the look of her, and made the green Camaro behind him look frankly quite tame. Helloooo... he practically growled in the direction of the sports car, I'd love to meet the lady who belongs to that fine lady...
Then, as quickly as he was distracted, Rome was back again. Still that pounding headache, but he pressed on: "Anything else you can tell us about tracking it if we do lose it?" Since, uh, we kinda already did? he added to himself.