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Tabbi blinked and stared at Pete, not immediately realising that he was making a joke about the straight roads. Her mental state probably didn't aid her, nor the fact that he followed it with a question of his own pertaining to something very bizarre sounding.

"Um, no," she said uncertainly, "I'm guessing it's something you eat?"

Pasty...sounded a bit like 'pastry'. In truth she would have quite happily ravaged anything from a cheeseburger to a full t-bone steak.

"If it's got meat in it then I'm willing to give it a try." she nodded resolutely, folding her arms in front of her again, not so much from feeling cold as to reassure her growling stomach that it's suffering should soon be at an end. She'd never met a single one of her kind who could stomach a vegetarian dish.

The sky above certainly looked pretty grey. She'd heard that about England, but somehow she'd expected it to be extra grey...whatever that meant. Really it just looked like a cloudy day back home. Scanning the streets the people looked pretty normal to her. Apart from the windy streets and the unfamiliar signage and brandings, she really didn't feel that much like she was thousands of miles away from Illinois. The only thing that was different was the distinct absence of the presence of other wolves. There wasn't a hint of scent even after they'd traversed several streets. Back in Chicago, it seemed like every tenth person you passed was a lycan. Of course, you'd have to be one yourself to tell.

Looking across at Pete, she mulled over the question of why she'd ended up with a human playing in her band. Lance and the others at "HatM Records" were unwavering in their taking of of lycan talent. But Pete had been introduced by that guy Rodger...not that she really knew who Rodger was in the big picture. But perhaps the rules were simply a bit more lax in England. Or maybe werewolves were simply much harder to come by.

Even so, it wasn't a problem for her. As long as he could play well, and help her find something to eat, then she was quite happy to have him on board.

"So Pete," she said, making another lunge at trying to be amiable, "you're obviously serious about guitar; you play the Bristol scene much? Have a band? Pro? Semipro?"