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“Bloody hell,” Tracer breathes, hazel eyes glancing over the man’s legs one more time before looking to his face. “Sorry, luv, it’s just… is that a costume? Like, that’s wicked, I’m just blown away.”
Lena had seen quite and experienced a few odd things, and until just now, a genetically-modified gorilla from the moon had been at the top. But Winston had been shunted down to #2, thanks to this stranger.
Her first thought was a well done costume, but his legs just had to be prosthetics. They moved too nicely to be a mere leg cover, and were too small to be that, too.
The dracopire pursed his lips.
“A costume. Close. I had all this surgically grafted from a real-life purple lizard. Do show some intelligence, won’t you? Obviously this is not a costume.”
She smelled odd. His nose twitched at the scent.
“Shall I ask if those are your real eyes?”
Frowning at the rude tone of the boy, Lena awkwardly crosses her arms over the accelerator, the woman huffs.
"There's no need to be so pissy 'bout it, it's a genuine question. Technology is pretty amazin', but nowhere near enough to do thaaa..."
Her eyes widen as she trails off, having suddenly realized something. Perhaps the chronal accelerator had glitched? Sometimes it was very subtle, and now that she thinks about it, Lena has no idea where she is. She stares down at her chest, then looks back to the stranger.
"What year is it?"
