[center][color=silver]Cuffs his chin. "[color=gold]Genetics, huh... Interesting.[/color]" He could only catch a glimpse through her intentions, but it looked something like... a spiral helix? He smiled, rose from his planter-box 'seat' and raised a hand, offering to be shaken(?) "[color=gold]Well met, Doctor of Genetics.[/color]"

Regardless of a confirmed handshake, Burberry let out a 'hmm' and glanced at a distant nowhere. "[color=gold]I feel hungry. So this definitely isn't the afterlife.[/color]" With his free hand, he started swiping down on thin air, and could only manage but a spark or two. The intent to open [i]something[/i] is evident, and it's clear that he's failing at opening whatever it is. He tries his best to hide any show of dismay, raising then the gold ring he pilfered, within Charlie's sight. "[color=gold]This has monetary value here, right? And [i]that[/i] is a vendor of cooked meats.[/color]" Glancing at the street hotdog stall.

[sup]EDIT: Retroactive addendum[/sup]
At the exact moment he glanced, a pink... [i]creature[/i], humanoid with a reptilian head. Slowly getting crowded by onlookers. Quickly, he glanced at the white wolf whose name eludes him yet. "[color=gold]The third of us?[/color]" No miscount was intended, rather he thinks Charlie is a native of this world.
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