"You're starting to smell like one. Ain't really any way to tell until second stage..." he grumbles at  Jewel, leaning on the Land Rover's windscreen and scanning around, waving to anyone within range. "Least, not with furs. First-stage 'umans is pretty obvious... their skin goes pale, sorta greyish... and with  our lot, it's easy to spot."<br/><br/>He takes a pull of his cigar, hearing the noise of Hummer exploding, then yelling soldiers. He curses. "I could 'andcuff and shave you, I suppose" he informs Jewel, still keeping her under cover of the SAW... until Akiada shows up, and the weapon swings briefly his way. "Not really. Just trying to figure out a good way of identifying genuine survivors so I don't have to fill you both full of holes. If you got any ideas, let me know! I thought of handcuffing and shaving a patch..."<br/><br/>He hears Helena's radio broadcast, his tail slipping down into the truck to grab the mike and bring it to his face- obviously a well-practiced move "Yeah there's survivors here. Identify"<br/>(1)