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Charles looks over as the door opens, and then looks doooown. He knew he was tall, now, but even so, she wasn't the normal kind of short. Had something happened to her, too? Err, and her eyes were glowing. Well, there were people like that around, it didn't necessarily mean someone had experimented on her...
He realized she'd spoken to him and mentally backpedaled, trying to remember what she'd said. "Uh, Charles," he replies belatedly, glad she probably can't tell he's embarrassed with all the fur and the muzzle and everything. His deep, powerful voice clashes with his uncertain tone. "Umm... I'm not from around here. Columbus. At least I was until..."
He waves vaguely at himself with both of his right hands.