If anyone's ever noticed that particular quirk of his inducer before, they haven't said so. A brief moment of trapped-animal panic flickers across his face. There's no Jean to come and fix it, no friends at all to hide with... But that passes. It's not like she felt fur or saw his tail. But despite what should be a great deal of practice, he's just not good at cover stories, coming up with them or delivering them. "What thing?" And now he's looking for an exit that won't look like a sudden, all-out retreat. He'd like to just port...