Clifford worked his way towards the girl who was growling up a storm, prod in hand. Jesse was following close behind, probably scared like a crapping dog. In this situation, he was like a chihuahua among pinschers. Clifford eased up on the werewolf staring dead at him and, unexpectedly, handed Jesse the prod. There was a confused look on the newbie's face as he took the prod in hand, keeping the sparky bit away from his face.

Clifford calmly took a small, shiny packet out of his apron pouch. He held it over the casing of his prosthetic, squeezing a viscous, semi-yellow fluid over it. He put the packet away and smeared the substance over his arm. This was a trick he used often - slap some numbing fluid on his prosthetic, goad a werewolf to attack him, and watch them quickly slump over, numb throughout their bodies and locked down on his arm. Yeah, he'd have to pry off whoever bit him but that wasn't a problem. Plus with the casing around the prosthetic, the wires wouldn't get snapped and render it useless. This was better than beating the poor things into submission with a prod, a tactic used by [i]other[/i] employees.

Clifford hunched over as best as his brace would allow, holding out his prosthetic, [i]daring[/i] the werewolf to lunge at him. Jesse was still watching, still holding the prod at the ready. Whole situation didn't look friendly at all, but... well, this isn't a friendly place.

Clifford kind of wished it were, though.