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Mosa grinned as Ophelia wolfed down her food. So quickly! She must have been starving, he thought. All three noticed the bleeding from the stitches on her mouth. Mosa quietly admired her simply brushing off that wound. Vlad wondered what happened to her, since she was not there to hear her plight. Ridley glanced to the side, remembering what Ophelia told him about Drakov and their illegal experimentations. Vlad and Ridley both wonder if the simple act of eating would be painful for her.......or if she had lived so long with the pain, that it became more a nuisance than anything.

Mosa's eyes lit up, and his grin widened when Ophelia thanked him. This was why he chose to be a chef. Seeing the joy in people's faces, as they taste and enjoy new food....it was enough to bring happiness in the big crocodile's heart. Mosa nodded enthusiastically to both himself and Ophelia, and then introduced himself, pointing to his chest. "Mosa is Mosa. That is Vlad, and the asshole is Ridley.", Mosa said as he pointed at the two.

"Hey!", Ridley gave a token whine of protest.

Just then, Vlad realized that they did not even know Ophelia's name yet. She opened her mouth, and was about to ask the question herself, but..

"What bout you? What your name?" Mosa beat her to it with his burly voice, his right elbow placed at the bar, his lips bearing an oddly whimsical, cat-like smile.

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Megahertz rushed over to accompany Sentinel, looking at Gelon in concern. "Goodness, what the hell happened to you?! You look like you've been ran over by a train....", Megahertz spoke anxiously. She knelt down next to him, and her eyes glow slightly as she scanned all the broken bones, stab wounds, and internal bleeding inside him. "By the tentacles....", she whispered, horrified. She looked up at Sentinel. "Call the medics!"