[i]Selena Wodan Chilver[/i]

"Christ," Selena muttered. "You people can't even walk without me around. Get up, c'mon." Selena walked over and extended an arm to help the lizard, helping him upright with a grunt. "And orifice? You already forgotten how people work? This is a mouth, not an orifice." Selena waggled her lips. "These are feet." Selena shook one of her booted feet. "These are fists." The same for her hand. "Pray neither of them get anywhere near your scaly ass."

The banter was, of course, good natured. She and Henry enjoyed a pretty solid friendship, founded on mutual respect-they'd crossed paths a while back in Black Fall, and Henry was one of the few NEST agents who didn't make Selena consider illegal thoughts. Decent guy. Let being a musclebound freak get to his head sometimes. Selena figured her trash talk was probably helpful in the long run-even amongst metas, there was a bit of hesitation around Godzilla, Jr. Somebody being abrupt to him was a refreshing change of pace-or so imagined Miss Chilver. She wasn't the best when it came to emotional stuff. Selena was a problem-solver, a fighter. Not a thinker. If there was a problem, she fixed it. Nuances be damned. The bags were starting to wear on Selena's shoulders a bit-the girl was tough, but the load was heavy and duffel bags weren't exactly optimal hiking gear. Her steel-toed boots fell near-silently on the tile floors as Henry walked her towards her room, wherever that was. Selena had a pretty intuitive knack for directions and learning the lay of the land-wherever she went, she felt a kind of...ease with the surroundings. A sanctum invocation with each footstep. A day or two and she'd have the layout of the Academy down pretty well, an advantage of relying on all her senses equally as opposed to simple sight. The smell and sounds and feel of a place helped cement it into memory much more quickly, and made finding her way back around a lot easier. 

"Glad to see you're doing well, though. Looks like you've lost weight, I guess you shed or whatever." Selena shifted one of the bags as she jogged up a flight of stairs. "So gimme the deal on these monstrosity things. I-" She paused and subtly glanced around to make sure there were no meddling kids around. No brats to be found. "I'm guessing at least one of them bit the bullet to merit a NEST agent-well, make that two-being sent out here. From what I remember of those pictures-real professonal, by the way, Skypeing that stuff. Glad to see you're not letting NEST turn you into some dead-eyed loser-these things look tough. Unnatural." She paused as a girl ran out of a nearby wall, going perpendicular across the hall until she phased through the wall opposite. "...but there's a lot of that going around. My gut says lab rats. I mean, shit, if I was going to genetically engineer some shit, I'd do it here. Somebody gets 86'ed and you pass it off on some kid who's too poor to pay for a lawyer. But I'm sure NEST would never do that. Either that or we've got some little asshat who can mess with stuff. Like Eva, but...malignant. I can help with whatever you'd prefer, killing them or bagging them. I brought some toys-" Selena nodded her head towards the bag over her right shoulder, which had the amusing side effect of making her hair flop over to the side before she righted it. "To keep them busy. Don't think it'll be anything we can't handle. Or me solo if you don't have ass-kicking clearance or whatever. I don't get how this works."

They arrived at Selena's room and Selena nodded her thanks as Henry opened the door for her. Selena favored boots to tap shoes and jeans to skirts, but there was no point in getting up in arms over polite gestures. Selena threw her stuff down on the bed and unpacked pretty quickly-her clothes got organized into dressers (while Selena was generally messy, she took her work and gear seriously, and this was a mixture of both) before she moved onto to the fun part. 

"You need me to help run security or anything, lemme know. If someone is engineering these things, they're stupid to do it in the middle of summer. I'd have waited until winter, picked off the ones who slip outside. No, wait, that's why they're doing it. Constant daylight, people lose track of the time. Wander outside at 3 in the morning thinking it's evening. More tired they realize. Hmm. Smart. Assuming it is a person doing this. Hell, I'm talking to a giant lizard, I wouldn't bat an eye if these things just turned up out of the blue." Selena pulled her bow out of the bag and checked it for damage-once it had passed her brief but thorough exam, she laid it on the bed along with a Mongolian horde's worth of arrows. The tips were barbed, wicked curves and razor edges. Selena didn't fuck around. "If I can get you one I'm sure you can science it and figure out what it's deal is. I dunno enough about that to be of any help there, but I'll let you know anything I see from observing them. I can go out and track a few later if you need me to." Next out of the bag came a shotgun, a Benelli. Selena ran her hands across the weapon for a moment, inspecting it. The barrel was illegally short, the stock entirely removed. No serial numbers, and a black, military-issue strap for carrying it. "Heh. Your friends at NEST? I requested this stuff, I think they're worried this shit might get traced back to them, eh? Selena Chilver, a PR nightmare. Tsk tsk." She laid the shotgun down, barrel facing the outer wall and placed the box of shells next to it. "Got some specialty orders. Rock salt, ball chain, a few dragon's breath. Don't know if any of it will slow them down but I've yet to run across anything that doesn't squeal like a little bitch with ten ounces of salt under its skin." She continued perusing the bag, pulling out several of her knives-a few unassuming blades that featured prominently in the nightmares of many a rabbit. "We'll figure out what pisses them off, have a little fun." She out a bright orange, plastic device. "Flaregun's in here, good. And the bear spray." She paused, looking over the canister. "Damn. NEST doesn't fuck around. They issue us some, in Denali, but this shit's...actually, I'm confident like half of this is illegal. They may be trying to frame me. God I hope they're trying to frame me. My life's gotten boring lately." Selena rolled up the duffel bags and tossed them at the foot of her bed. "Can you get me in with the school's security team? I'd prefer a vest or something to strap all this to, but I can go without if necessary."

She paused, mentally running through all her belongings, making sure everything was in place. Abruptly she whipped around, a mischievous grin lighting up her bronze features. "So....when we heading out?"