Craig didn't mind the contact, it felt comforting, calm, almost as if the two of them were normal. What residual magic that was on him vanished with a though, no one else being the wiser.  He didn't power walk, instead a casual gait that didn't make peg have to double time to keep up. The sun was up, the day was clear, and he had stolen a few waves in the morning, mmmyup, something was bound to go wrong later, but not right now.<br/><br/><em>I am an EMT, have been one for the last couple of years. I work in Newport, but have also worked in VA ( pronounced vah) Beach and the surrounding areas. So, not really a night in shining armor. More like a medic in a box with wheels.</em><br/><br/>The coffee shop wasn't to far off, one of the nice developments to attract people to the beach itself. He kept his eyes out, watching others and then the dogs with them as they walked. His rock sandals made no noise on the asphalt  sidewalk as they headed on.<br/><br/><em>So what are you in the mood for, and what will your friend want. I am pretty sure they have an outdoor section we could sit in, Or we can grab and go, take something back to the beach. I do think, however, as friendly as they are, Freddie and Enach will have to stay outside.</em><br/><br/>He looked over as he spoke, she could hear him inhale slightly, she wasn't the only one you enjoyed scent. But for him it was the smell of the ocean, the air, and not just the woman at his side, though, she did figure rather prominently into the equation. His mind tried to process it all. She was Uratha, a changer, a Were. She was an incredibly attractive woman, alive and free.<br/><br/>He had never been bothered by a person's colour, nor their gender or orientation, so what was it about her that kept coming back to  her being a wolf that was.... She was a wolf, right here beside him, and with that thought the Mysterium aspect of his mind kicked in. A jumble of questions that he had suppressed earlier flooded his thoughts, enough he had to blink a few times. He was walking beside a myth, the irony did not escape him. The thoughts tried to find some order, some semblance of organization. So much to know. Even as he tried to get his thoughts together the first question was asked.<br/><br/><em>So where are you from Peggerty, the accent is not normal Virginian? </em><br/><br/>Ah yes, that Craig, he was a smooth one. Plumbing the Mysteries with that question. Well, it could have been worst , "what's your sign?" could have been first. His mind checked the list of questions, making sure that was not one he had listed in the queue or in the backup list.