He stood rail straight, watching every motion. Pherson, predictably, kind of stank. Like a human who had forgotten what it was to be a human, and why should he be surprised? The guy was practically an animal, likely. Trying to speak to him with his voice, that was a strong indication that he'd forgotten things.

He uncrossed his arms, and then crossed them again. What did he even say? What did he do in this situation?

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'd say you're the one who's lost a bit too much. You look like a hobo," a beat, "and you smell like one too."