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A fairly normal someone - looks like a college kid - wanders into the cantina, looking around curiously. Hope I got the coordinates right...

He's dressed up, comparatively, at least - as in, he's in slacks and a fairly nice shirt as opposed to a t-shirt and jeans. He waves awkwardly at the bartender. "Uh, hey."

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-Nope. Pug smell Nexus on Davey.- Headrubbing and purring continues. Pug likes Davey.

Mornbein shakes her head. "He fraggin' wished it permanent. 'N Changed one'a his kids, too."

"I meant how'd you know my name."

He raises an eyebrow. "O... kay."

Puzzled kitty, and then, -Ohhh. Yeah.- ^_^

"Y'ever hear 'o a dork named Optimus Prime?" Mornbein starts snickering.

Davey ruffles his fur a little. "So much for cats being dignified."

He nods. "Oh, once or twice, yeah."

-Pug is a dork.- He wriggles his ears happily.

"Now picture 'im with a red 'n blue dragon alt mode."

Davey blinks. "O... kay. I think I just imagined a cross between a dragon and a semi. I didn't know he was Swindle's kid..."

Mornbein cackles at that slightly, then has another drink and shakes her head. "That Swindle takes in strays. Op there died tryin' ta save a buddy from giant spiders're some frag like that. Wound up hangin' 'round with Swindle 'n Swindle's bunch."

"Oh, right. The memory loss thing." He scratches Pug's ears absently. "Why would robots need to worry about giant spiders?"

"'Cause these're big enough ta crunch 'em up fer kibbles." Mornbein frowns slightly. "Memory loss?"

"Whatever you said about them being kids before. Whatever. Never mind."

He blinked, trying to think about scale here. "... How big are these spiders?"

"Different reality. Op's jes' young, kinda the same age as you." She shrugs and nods toward Runamuck as he speeds past. "Probably tip him over if it tried goin' fer a ride."

"Oh, okay." He shakes his head. "Sorry. Kinda new to the whole living robot thing."

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