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She doesn't look innocent when she sleeps. Far from in fact, she's curled far more akin to a hound than a human, cheek cradled on her towel. Her wet hair is spread in the grass like blood, her scarred back turned towards a small fire that leaps and jumps tiredly in the growing night.

There's a plate with lunch on it as well, a sandwich with a few bites taken, a bit of fruit...it seems that the call to sleep was too great after her swim though...so, Rachel is asleep by the lake, there's room enough at the fire for more though.

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Certainly not, she may be an increrdible perceptive person, but sadly, she trusts people here in Milliways, so she remains dream bound. Or nightmare locked from the occassional wincing and shaking...

Terrorsaur's wings flutter nervously at one of Rachel's violent twitches - but he calms down when she doesn't wake up.

He eyes the area, then hops over to the sandwich. He swallows the top piece of bread with an ulp! He eyes the human as he goes in for the filling. Hmm, she has such nice long hair. Humans don't like their hair getting messed with, right?

The sandwich is strange by most standards, as Bar is still trying to get more vitamins and proteins into her than normal diets should allow for...so wheat bread, hummus spread, several types of tukey and a slice of lamb...and vitamin powder sprinkled just under the layer of baby spinach.

Ah, and yes, such nice long hair...spread over grass and twigs and dirt...

It's all the same in Terrorsaur's stomach, though he does let it linger in his mouth to savour the strange tastes. Maybe he should be trying more human food. Maybe it won't cost quite as much as energon.

He eyes the fruits, then Rachel. This continues for a while. He snaps up most of the fruit and begins chewing on it. He won't stop until it's a pulpy mess in his mouth - which will take a moment or two, considering his mouth isn't made for chewing.

Rachel still doesn't seem to wake, but perhaps she's noticing a thief far below the conscious levels...the proof is there in the flickering campfire, small flames weaving and bending towards Terrorsaur in curiousity perhaps.

Maybe it won't hurt to let the flames touch?

Terrorsaur is scanning the area for oncoming people, and Rachel to see if she's waking up. He's not paying much attention to the fire. It's outdoors - there's wind - fire gets blown by wind. Srsly.

His beak pulling upward in a grin, he hops over to the girl. He then drops a mushy, fruity paste into her nice long hair, spreading it around at different parts. His wings are open, ready to flap at a nanocycle's notice.

Let's see her clean up after this!

Even the slightest tugging on her hair? Well, that can drag a girl to wakefullness in an instant...and battle hardened heroes wake up swinging. Or, more accurately, flaming.

Flame rushes through her hair in a wash and over her skin, and a hand shoots out to point at terrorsaur, telekinesis snatching the creature in mid flap.

"AWK!" Terrorsaur squawks, having got a few feet off the ground. He's got battle-hardened instincts too, you see.

Not that they do much against the telekinesis.

And she stares.

She's seen stranger, in the Savage lands she's even seen bigger...but...

"Why?" she asked simply, power lacing that single word.

Why, it's just a simple pterodactyl!

"Grack?" Head-tilt. Blink. Try to flap off.

Look, the wings work, but the ground stays firmly close! Nifty trick huh?

She's not pointing at him now, instead running fingers through her hair, the fruit sliding easily from the locks. She's being good though, she's not tossing the mush at him....

Frustrating trick, more like it. Maybe more flapping is the answer! Surely it'll work if he flaps hard and really, REALLY believes in himself...!

And the flapping, or perhaps the growing noise of it, gets a curious, flame licked glance. Perhapsshe's waiting on an apology...

Okay. This isn't working. Time to work those intelligence circuits!

The pterodactyl takes a deep breath. "Look? I'm sorry, all right? I was reading in a human...thing and I thought it was one of those beauty treatments. Not that you need it." Appeasing grin.

And it talks.

The day is bound to keep looking up.

"Somehow, I doubt that" she mused, leaning her elbows on her knees and leaning forward slightly. She has too much exerience with petty criminals to not know the feel of them.

"Doubt if you want, but it's true." The bird gives an annoyed frown. "Although...now that I think about it, the thing might've said fruits on the face, not hair. I...get confused sometimes."

Simple mistake, right?

"And what was the name of what you were reading?" she asked curiously. Rachel likes details, honestly. and it amuses her to hear such things from a talking extinct critter.

Terrorsaur has been slowly learning about human culture.

"A ma-ga-zine," he sounds it out slowly. "Don't remember the name - it had a girl on the cover. Wasn't wearing much."

"If you ever decide to pull a stunt like this again? Remember the ame of a magazine, and probably the article name as well. Details help any lie or prank" she chuckled, dropping her hold on him.

Terrorsaur gleefully flaps a few yards into the air. He doesn't make his getaway, though - he's rather offended at the lecture.

"I thought the lack of details added some reality - you humans do have a lot of magazines with girls not wearing much."

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