You keep what advantages you have. She could say something to the police one day.
Tom looks at her like she's mad. He also doesn't take a step back from her. He's saved from having to respond to the first question by the third.
"Shapeshift?" His eyes narrow, as if mortally insulted. He sets his hand against his chest, palm flat, fingers close together: the Hand of Man, to ward off evil.
"I ain't no demon. An' I dunno why you think I am. I'm just," Tom shrugs, wishing he could map out all the assumptions that lead to Rachel's painfully accurate guess. "Everyone goes inside in winter. Maybe not farmers or shit, but I'm city-folk."
Another shrug, with a bit of a head-wobble. He's drunk. How good an explanation for their current confusion can she expect?
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Tom looks at her like she's mad. He also doesn't take a step back from her. He's saved from having to respond to the first question by the third.
"Shapeshift?" His eyes narrow, as if mortally insulted. He sets his hand against his chest, palm flat, fingers close together: the Hand of Man, to ward off evil.
"I ain't no demon. An' I dunno why you think I am. I'm just," Tom shrugs, wishing he could map out all the assumptions that lead to Rachel's painfully accurate guess. "Everyone goes inside in winter. Maybe not farmers or shit, but I'm city-folk."
Another shrug, with a bit of a head-wobble. He's drunk. How good an explanation for their current confusion can she expect?