Responding to Izzy's speculation, Riley hummed, "Hmm, it's possible. Though if I'm being honest, I rather prefer him like this. Far less of a troublemaker." To Izzy's further questions, he held out an objecting finger, "Correction: as far as the wider world knows, Cerasus Orion Damocles is [i]dead[/i]. I made sure of that myself, to keep any opportunistic hunters from making this situation any worse. We're the only ones that know he's still alive. For now, at least." Riley rolled his neck as he continued to answer Izzy, "It all depends on the strength of the aberration. Weaker ones are more changeable based on individual perception. Something as powerful as a vampire will change more as public perception changes. Say you see some curtains blowing in a dark window and think it's a ghost, but when you look closely they're just curtains. But between the time you saw them and looked closely, there really was a ghost. Kind of like that. In theory at least, there's really no way to prove any of this, so it's all hypothetical."

Riley laughed as Izzy expressed amazement at the likelihood of aberrations cropping up in her town. "Yeah, so now you have an idea of what's been keeping me so busy. As far as helping out goes... I might have a task for you here and there. And I don't believe in unpaid labor, so I'll probably knock a few bucks off your debt whenever you lend a hand."

When they got back around to talking about Trevor, Riley quirked an eyebrow. "You're worried? That's funny, usually you're the one telling me that he's got his head screwed on real tight. What did you guys get up to today? Indulge my curiosity; I'm a lonely old man, after all." He chuckled again as he asked, still leaning back in his chair and playing with his cigarette.