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Tabbi shot him an irritable look when he fumbled over his answer. It wasn't that he'd done anything wrong, she just felt incredibly impatient. When the answer finally did come, she nodded and looked the guitar from end to end. It certainly was a beauty, and furthermore it had a Floyd-Rose tremolo and a fast looking neck, making it look like the kind of guitar you could shred out some solos on. So perhaps Pete could be given a little space to play in...time would tell.

"It's nice." she said rather tonelessly. "I've not seen one before."

She lifted her eyes to study his face briefly and discreetly. She wasn't sure what she'd imagined British men to look like, but he wasn't it. He had rugged features, mussy dark blonde hair, he wore an American style check shirt and bootleg jeans...not quite inline with what she's seen of the "Brit-rock" look. But there was something else about him that was conspicuous. Not just conspicuous, but conspicuous by it's absence. And then it hit her. He wasn't a wolf. He had barely any scent about him at all, and what scent he did have was an extremely virile, alluring, but nevertheless entirely artifical fragrance.

She sent a knowing look across to Lance, who simply nodded and shrugged, tilting his head towards Rodger indicating that he was the one who'd brought him. Tabbi had known immediately that Rodger was a wolf, although his scent identified him as being from a European pack even more prominently than his accent did. She sighed and thinned her lips again, turning back to Pete.

"Hope you got on alright with the parts." she said brusquely, "We'll run through them all a couple of times before tonight when the other guys get here, but first I gotta go out get something to eat."

"When Julian gets back." Lance chipped in from behind her. She whirled around looking at her uncle darkly.

"I'm not waiting for them, they could be gone hours." she said firmly, "We need to practice, so I can't sit around."

She turned back to Pete, "Have you eaten yet?"

Lance looked over at the human, his face a complex expression of irritation and resignation. He knew Tabbi was right; they needed to leave time to practice, and Julian and Chrystal did have a habbit of taking...long lunch breaks. The old wolf gritted his teeth. If Pete was willing to escort Tabbi out to find somewhere to eat, then it would have to do.