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Nita's outside, running around the lake. Because when you're running, you don't have to be thinking.

Eventually, though, she'll have to stop. Feel free to catch her.

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A big blue cat-type-man watches her pas a few times, before holding up a bottle of water as she passes again. Hank's eyes glitter with the appreciation of an athelete.

Michael gets that. He's not running, though.

He's blowing up rocks.

She halts, and blinks, and accepts the water.

"Thanks."

She slows to a stop, and flops to the ground to watch and catch her breath.

And puts up a shield spell, when some of the ensuing gravel comes a little too close for comfort.

Michael glances that way sharply when he catches sight of her.

"Hey, sorry - didn't know anyone was out here."

"Quite a run you have there. Good stride and pace."

Hank nods. Then he reccollects himself and gives a half-bow.

"Doctor Henry McCoy, PhD,. Call me Hank or the Beast, your call. Today the outside is very refreshing."

"Thanks." She drinks some of the water, and sketches a bow in return. "Nita Callahan. Wizard." Another drink. "It's starting to get a little chilly, but it's not bad."

"S'okay." She waves a dismissal. "I was just out running."

"Nice to meet you, Miss Callahan. I rarely notice the cold these days. Fur is good for something. Scientist, adventurer, cop, diplomat and super-hero, if we are stating current employment."

"Nita, right? Trillian's friend?"

She quirks half a smile. "That's quite a resume."

"Yeah." She lets the shield drop. "And you're Michael, right?"

"Got it in one." He pats the ground nearby, glancing up questioningly.

"A man has to keep busy. Oh and I suppose I should add tio that Milliways frequent flyer as well. This is fast becoming my favorite place to relax."

She raises her eyebrows. "Wait 'til you have to deal with a werewolf attack."

"Jack Russel apologized profusely for ruining my dinner jacket, but he was the gentlest of those I have met. Werewolves are not scarce on my world."

She moves over to sit by him. "So what did the rocks ever do to you?"

He grins crookedly.

"They were there?"

She chuckles. "Well, okay, so the werewolf might not be a problem for you. Though to be fair, that only happened the once, to my knowledge."

She chuckles a little. "They might object, though."

"Yeah, well, I'm gonna go crazy without some stress relief, so..."

"Understood. Life is ever a strange place. Are you a visitor here as well? Or one of the Bound?"