Vern peeked their head out from the doorway, having already turned and walked into the cabin expecting Valorie to follow. They'd already begun their shapeshifting for the day, having shifted to the form of a rather muscular and quite attractive teenage male. Thankfully, they were now in the correct attire to cover up everything that needed to be hidden, but even then there was still little left to the imagination, which Vern seemed entirely shameless about. To them it was like changing clothes, their looks suiting whatever they felt like they wanted to be at that moment. It tended to offput some of the other kids in camp, but they couldn't really be bothered to care.<br/><br/>Vern gave a rather concerned look to Valorie and her, what they would describe it as, mild panic attack. They barely spared a glance at Josh and Sarah, having seen this happen plenty of times since they'd arrived at the camp several weeks ago. They spoke, their voice surprisingly gentle for how they'd just been acting.<br/>"Hey, I'm sorry. Want me to show around the camp, help you get acquainted with everything? We could go to the mess hall for breakfast too. Things have been pretty hectic around here recently, I'm sorry you've been ignored. Everybody needs some time to settle become familiar with their surroundings, and you seem to have been denied that. Here, I know what we'll do. Give me a minute to get dressed, then I'll show you the nature areas around camp. There's this one clearing that's just full of lupine and wood iris. It's really pretty, and we can go get breakfast afterward. Today's Tuesday, so it's pancake day! Sounds like a plan to me, I'll be right back!" they said, ducking back inside the cabin without waiting for so much as a response, rather ironically.<br/><br/>They were back out in a matter of no more than two minutes, dressed in tight black jeans, bright purple osiris hightops, and a shirt with a rather attractive depiction of satan, captioned "handsome devil." They grinned, pulling on a purple and gray striped beanie over their messy hair, then smoothed a few loose strands out of their face.<br/>"Shall we go?" They asked Valorie, holding out their hand to her, palm up, inviting her to take it. They grinned, eyes crinkling with their brilliant smile. They were trying their best to be charming and welcoming, and it was certainly convincing to just about anyone. It was easier this way too, no admission of guilt for their earlier outburst necessary if they could simply bluster their way away from the memory with bright smiles and charming acts. It was much easier, they found, to fake a happy exterior than to actually deal with negative feelings like the guilt currently nagging at them for their outburst.