<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/CatMoore01.jpeg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Melody Fairchild-Harrow<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> As pictured<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Lunchtime excursion in 'mundane' Vancouver<br/><strong>TIME:</strong> Late morning<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Further curiosity and (a lot more) embarrassment<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kaspian, Kaleigh, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Nodding pensively, Melody furrowed her brow as she tried to work through possibilities.<br/><br/>"I'm thinking that the lost time - and the indications that something <em>removed</em> the crew as well as the cargo, and did <em>that</em> to the captain's body - suggest that the ship didn't just pass through <em>a</em> portal, but instead got taken somewhere... then deposited near us once events had, err, finished unfolding aboard...  But I'm really curious as to what drew that critter to the engine room.  Or was it put directly in there, with a specific intention of it wrecking things, or of guarding them after the system had been rigged to overload: either way, of that thing being there specifically to ensure the ship blew up?"<br/><br/><br class="clear_left"/>Still looking decidedly thoughtful, she reached out to take advantage of the repeated invitation to 'steal' food... but had only just managed to snare a morsel when she felt contact on her thigh.  Clearly having entirely failed to predict that it might be about to happen - perhaps because she was musing upon the possible implications of a tanker being portalled to spend some time in a villain's hide-out, or even sent into Hell itself - she was duly caught thoroughly off-guard.<br/><br/>The resulting <em>squeak</em> of surprise was, fortunately, very much on the quiet side... but was clear enough to her companions at the table.  There was also a distinct twitch of her leg in response to the touch, providing Leigh with the sensation of muscles moving beneath the tight sheath of black, but she otherwise managed to avoid any awkward reactions.  Given the potential for startled Shadowhunters to produce Seraph blades or activate runes, her response was blessedly mild - and she even avoided choking on her purloined provisions, too!<br/><br/>Blinking in surprise (and still holding a part-nibbled morsel), she blushed delicately.  "I'm not used to, ahh, this sort of after-action debrief," she noted, finding temporary refuge in dry humour.  "I'm wondering whether it might be advisable to wear armour to future, umm, meetings."  She accompanied her words with a wry smile, in hope of affirming that she was merely startled rather than mortified.  "Or might a very short skirt be more appropriate?"<br/></div>