Seamus was surprised by her reaction, expecting her to say something out of fear, or something that said she expected such a malformation. After all, she’d gone right for his jacket, and he figured people out here were either used to this kind of thing, or afraid by it. But she seemed impressed. He shrugged his jacket back on, eyebrows furrowed slightly but expression grateful as she said he was right about it not being safe. [b]”Oh alright,”[/b] he nodded, making sure the jacket was tight on him. He tilted his head in towards her a bit as she lowered her voice, expression darkening. 

[i]Shifters[/i] Hmm, he hadn’t recalled ever hearing the term before. Was that what he was? Apparently. And he didn’t want to get caught. He could only thank fate, luck, whatever was watching out for him, that he’d met this girl first and not someone who would be afraid of him or turn him over to these ‘patrols’.

As she extended her hand, Seamus took it, shaking it and tilting his head a bit when she said her name. That was different. Wasn’t freedom a concept, not a name? Then again, he supposed anything could be a name. [b]”I’m Seamus,”[/b] he said firmly before letting go of her hand and hesitating at her question.

[b]”Um, sure, food and water would be great,”[/b] he smiled slightly with a nod, letting her lead so he could walk next to her, where ever they were going. [b]”I don’t exactly know where I’m from. I’ve been walking for a day so… well I’m just really not sure,”[/b] he said, frowning heavily and exhaling deeply. It suddenly dawned on him that she might diagnose him with amnesia, and he looked up at her with a less concerning expression. [b]”I mean, well, I don’t know the name of the place. You see I’m from this lab, where they kept me my whole life, so… all of this…”[/b] he indicated, waving about them a little, [b]”Is new to me,”[/b] he finished, not knowing if someone like him was rare or not. Not many people escaped from labs did they? Surely not.