Seeing she wasn't about to shoot him, at least not right away, he turned, retracting his claws and keeping his hands low and down.<br/><br/>"The names Andrew Reynarder, and right at the moment, I'm jacked... Sorry, what's the 2020 slang... boned. Yes. You guys want to shoot me, the others want to eat me, and I just want to get back to my camping trip. There was going to be a barbeque!" The last is almost a wail.<br/><br/>He got a hold of himself with some effort, slowly reached down to a bag. "Please, can I get some water ma'am? I think I saw my toeclaws in there." He hiked a thumb at where he'd been ill.<br/><br/>(Conditional: On getting assent, he scooped up a bottle of water, getting a good swig and swilling out his mouth, spitting where he'd been ill, then washing both hands with squirts of the water to clean the worst of the grime of the wall off his fur. He sighed and took a proper swallow. "Thank you.")<br/><br/>"Yes, I'm from another dimension. The difference is I was sucked in alongside the predator which I think was the actual target, by accident. I'm no danger to anyone but myself! I'm 14 years old, I play computer games, I'm a boy scout, I trans the Framework... 'Surf the Internet' sorry. The reason I don't look like you, is firstly, I'm a guy, but mainly, where I come from, we used genetic engineering to give ourselves animal characteristics, splicing it's called..."<br/><br/>He decided not to explain about Bender's plague. There were checks in school, so he knew there wasn't any chance he was a carrier. But he didn't want her to have any new reason to shoot him. Not when she was the first human willing to give him more attention than a bullet.<br/><br/>"... for reasons to complicated to explain. It's 2030 there, but a different one, from the newspapers I found, I think the divergence is somewhere in the oughts. I'm second generation, descended from fox-spliced parents, but I got a double dose of fox, so I'm more foxy than most. Most anthros are planigrade, straight legged that is, and have full colour vision, and just tough fingernails rather than claws."<br/><br/>He held out his hand and slowly extended them, but still holding them down and away to avoid even the suggestion of an offensive move. "I'm almost old enough to qualify for a concealed carry permit, but I'll put on my school gloves if you like."