<i>The lab could work,</i>Aura thought. It would beat wandering around all day, at least, and watching everyone else do things with their lives… even if those things were, um, a bit unsavory. She kept hearing about some sort of club. Whatever it was, she got the impression it wasn’t a club she wanted to be a part of.<br/><br/>She nodded to Nesea as she got up to follow Debbie, not sure if the lamia would follow or not.<i>Lamia’s the right term, right?</i>But she wasn’t about to ask because ‘What should I call your kind?’ sounded horrible. And it<i>was</i>horrible, really.<br/><br/>Aura was immediately distracted by the funny way Debbie walked, looking like she’d pounce at<i>anything</i>given the chance.<i>I guess she <b>is</b> a cat-person, after all.</i>She couldn’t help smiling. There was the tail, too, of course. Aura watched it swish from side to side near Debbie’s paws. How did having a tail work, anyway? Where did it even start? She followed it up to the cat’s pleated skirt and her cheeks grew hot when she found herself getting an eyeful of kitty-underbutt. She tugged nervously at the back of her own skirt.<br/><br/>“Do you have any plans on what you want to do?” Debbie asked, glancing back at her. “You can pass for a human easily enough, it wouldn’t be as hard for you to find a job as it is for lot of us.”<br/><br/>Aura tried her best to act as if she wasn’t in the middle of a tail-related crisis. “Well… I was studying to become a doctor, but I don’t see that happening now. I’d need to learn a lot more about transhuman biology before I even tried around here, I think.” She paused. “And I guess I’m okay with magic, but I don’t know what good I can do with it.” Aura shrugged. “What do you do? Maybe I could do that.”<br/><br/>When they got to the lab, Aura peered in over Debbie’s shoulder. She’d expected a glossy-white, sterile science lab. Instead, it looked like someone had crashed a home office into a warehouse. Aura immediately felt stupid that she’d been afraid at all; it looked downright homey. “Is Meguri here?” she asked, mainly to Debbie but loudly enough for anyone to hear. “It looks like she isn’t at her desk.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>