Christopher sulks as he makes his way down to the washrooms. "If normal means I can't talk like that, I'm not interested. I can't just stop talking the way I want to because some people don't like it very much."

The sulking is very much in jest. All is safe, and all is well.

(He is a little too concerned with reassuring her to pry more into the question of her morphing, but the thought stays in the back of the head. What is a person if that person can become an animal? The boundaries are so messy, so much.)