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[witchdaggah]

[ so like.

the text keeps appearing and reappearing. like someone's deleting their post? repeatedly. eventually one sticks, though: ]

NO ONE PANIC
The rat infestation is mine


[ that's it. that's the post. ]

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[bleps]

[Connor can't fault her enthusiasm. He's ready to go, too, though he was just about to halt her to give himself a moment to explain his plan-

But he doesn't have to. That imaginary exclamation point did its proper job.]

I can turn into a canine. Even though I'm technically still an android while in this form, I'm granted the attributes that most dogs are well-known for; in this case, a strong sense of smell and innate tracking will help us locate your rats faster.

[witchdaggah]

[ a low whistle: that's useful, and also, makes her feel a little less weird? ]

Nice to know I'm about part of a population of furry people, even if only temporary. That's pretty useful, too. I mean, you're like. I don't know, a P.I., and you got Mad Tracking Skilzzz. With multiple Zs.

[ just to be clear, don't need connor forgetting that he's talking to an annoying cat womanchild. ] Ok, so I'll probably get them to point in a direction, and-slash-or you can sniffy-sniff the goods out?

[bleps]

[A population of furry people. This android doesn't know quite how to respond to that, and so he deigns not to. Simple.

A lot of what Mae says, he thinks, can be hemmed down to its main point -- and the main point here, he muses to himself, is that she's willing to let him help her, that she has her own suggestion of a plan. Connor sees no immediate issue with it, and so he nods.]

Right. Exactly that. I can follow your lead unless you tell me otherwise. [Sniffy-sniff the goods out, and all that.] So then, are you ready?