"No-one can tell where I'm from either, I can pass chameleon-like. Er, if chameleons were sound-based not visual. Um."<br/><br/>I look down at Jaclyn.<br/><br/>"I think I'm wanted somewhere, Mechelle. Mustn't let the keenness fade, or she might squeeze my arm off. Lead on, Jaclyn, to the training area, and darned be her who dares say hold enough."