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leave a message. will get back to you soon.
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NOTE: As of 12/2016, Rey has adopted the alias "Fiona Stransky" when working with the Guard. Something to keep in mind, as Rey maintains a low profile with her involvement in the group. Other than what is mentioned in the Guard records, there is no trace of a "Fiona" identified on the network.
[Emily doesn't remark on that (it's the right answer), concentrating on her stitching as Wolfie comes to a stop in front of Rey. He sniffs her hand, and at first Emily doesn't notice there's anything amiss (he's taking longer than he usually does when he meets someone for the first time).
Then Wolfie whines a little and backs away.]
Oh my god. [Emily looks up, frowning at Rey.] What did you do.
[Groaning, Emily sets down her work and gets up to go to Wolfie, who meets her halfway and immediately takes all the scratches she gives him.] What's wrong, Wolfie? She's weird but she's harmless. Look.
[Going off the assumption that wolves are smart as hell, she walks over to Rey and puts a hand on her shoulder.] See? Harmless. She even has scars all over, like Jack.
[RIP, flamethrower guy.]
Are you not human? [she asks Rey. You never can tell.] He's used to humans. And Glacius.
[Funny, not many would describe her as "weird but harmless", though Rey isn't going to argue that when it's between her and an animal that seems more afraid of her than anything else. That's just sad.
[Rey also doesn't react on that instinctive reflex when Emily touches her, opting instead to default discomfort. Which has less to do with Emily and more to do with the implications of the wolf hating Rey's guts upon first encounter.
[And then Emily pops the magic question.]
Oh, um. Wasn't sure if he could sense that. [She blinks, then clarifies:] No, am not.
That's why he's scared. He can probably smell it. [She draws back her hand and shrugs, going over to crouch in front of Wolfie and scratch him between the ears.] Just give him some time. Come see him every now and then, let him get used to you. He was nervous around Glacius for a while too, but now he's totally cool with him.
[Having been here as long as she has, Emily has no reason to ask Rey what she is. It doesn't really matter as long as she's not being an asshole.]
[Sort of. Rey doesn't question a canine's instincts, since her experience with them is next to nothing at all. She can see how that would work, though, having the sense to recognize one of her own. Back in her world, anyway. Made tracking synthetics easier that way.
[Rey pauses, glancing to Emily out the corner of her eye.]
You said before that he came from your world, right?
[The fact that Rey looks so human bbut smells like she's not is the thing that's really throwing Wolfie, but Emily stands by what she said. As long as Rey is nice to him and to the humans he spends most of his time with, he'll realize she's not a threat.]
Yeah, he's from the mountain my friends and I were vacationing on when the Door pulled us in here. [It was so long ago now. Jesus.] Why?
Yeah. We think he was trained to hunt wendigos, or to sense them or whatever. So yeah, anyone not human or just, like, off would like... make him nervous.
[Kind of how people are.
Emily straightens but stays at Wolfie's side, so he has someone familiar and safe nearby. Maybe it'll help him associate Rey with moments like this: chill, kind of boring, not dangerous.]
But once he trusts you? He's pretty much like a dog. Total sweetie. He goes out on his own sometimes too, but he knows when you need the company.
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Then Wolfie whines a little and backs away.]
Oh my god. [Emily looks up, frowning at Rey.] What did you do.
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[Almost as unnerving as the implications Emily gives that Rey has anything to do with it.
[Her hands swing up, as if showing a gesture of peace (and/or not being armed with anything that could've hurt the animal.]
Nothing! Didn't do anything. He just started doing that.
[Why, Wolfie, why.]
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[Going off the assumption that wolves are smart as hell, she walks over to Rey and puts a hand on her shoulder.] See? Harmless. She even has scars all over, like Jack.
[RIP, flamethrower guy.]
Are you not human? [she asks Rey. You never can tell.] He's used to humans. And Glacius.
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[Rey also doesn't react on that instinctive reflex when Emily touches her, opting instead to default discomfort. Which has less to do with Emily and more to do with the implications of the wolf hating Rey's guts upon first encounter.
[And then Emily pops the magic question.]
Oh, um. Wasn't sure if he could sense that. [She blinks, then clarifies:] No, am not.
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[Having been here as long as she has, Emily has no reason to ask Rey what she is. It doesn't really matter as long as she's not being an asshole.]
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[Sort of. Rey doesn't question a canine's instincts, since her experience with them is next to nothing at all. She can see how that would work, though, having the sense to recognize one of her own. Back in her world, anyway. Made tracking synthetics easier that way.
[Rey pauses, glancing to Emily out the corner of her eye.]
You said before that he came from your world, right?
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Yeah, he's from the mountain my friends and I were vacationing on when the Door pulled us in here. [It was so long ago now. Jesus.] Why?
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Was just thinking... Those wendigo things came from your world. Guess it'd make sense for him to be jumpy.
[It's a natural reaction when a predator suddenly finds themselves to be something's prey.]
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Yeah. We think he was trained to hunt wendigos, or to sense them or whatever. So yeah, anyone not human or just, like, off would like... make him nervous.
[Kind of how people are.
Emily straightens but stays at Wolfie's side, so he has someone familiar and safe nearby. Maybe it'll help him associate Rey with moments like this: chill, kind of boring, not dangerous.]
But once he trusts you? He's pretty much like a dog. Total sweetie. He goes out on his own sometimes too, but he knows when you need the company.