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For God's sake, DON'T TOUCH THAT.

YOU'RE NOT MY SUPERVISOR!!

[Once she's done screaming, Cheryl reaches out to touch it anyways. But there's the side-glance to make sure that the screechy woman is still watching her.]

[He smiled, picking it up anyways]

Oh come now. I'm a genius. It'll be fine. I'm wearing gloves.

[He jerks his hand back.] Why? What is it?

Would you like to lose your hand, by all means, go ahead and touch.

We still don't know what it can do.

[That doesn't do much to reassure her. She takes a step back.]

Classified. All you need to know is that it's dangerous. [Potentially face-meltingly dangerous. She hasn't even tried touching it.]

You mean, like I could have a hook for a hand? What about a kind of claw with an iron grip that could latch on to someone's throat and squeeze the very life from them in under a minute?

[She's very excited about this idea. Just look at the light in her eyes]

Oh. It smells kind of weird.

[She likely smelled nothing, of course. It was his werewolf abilities that allowed him to pick up on the odd scent.]

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