A face which might not be familiar, but which came attached to a voice that probably was, sidled up silently behind Lottie. She might not know him, but he definitely knew her-- that horror was pretty hard to mistake, too. He'd been watching the games ever since what that talking turtle had said had happened, since he'd come back from dying, so nothing up there surprised him.

It had when he'd first seen it, but not now, certainly not in front of people who could see him.

"Pretty fucked up, huh?" he rumbled in her ear, the easiest way to be heard over the party without shouting.