<strong>"Careful,"</strong>someone says.  Female.  Young.  Tinged with an accent you can't quite place.<strong>"Ingress said that Alice put quite the whammy on you."</strong><br/><br/>The sound of a mug or glass sliding across the tabletop.  Something smooth and firm and warm presses against one hand.  Your vision remains blurry for the moment, but the blobs you can make out are rich red and brown and gold tones.  The word 'tavern' comes to mind.<br/><br/><strong>"First one's on the house.  Just drip, I'm afraid, since I don't know your preferences."</strong><br/><br/>Your vision starts clearing.  The talking blob opposite you resolves into a sternly pretty teenaged girl in a plaid flannel shirt and an apron.  She's got freckles, strawberry blonde hair swept back into a ponytail, and hazel eyes...and cat ears.  Tawny cat ears.<br/><br/><strong>"Deep breaths.  Try to focus.  Ingress said you've been through a few changes tonight. I can only guess what she meant."</strong>She tilts her head. It makes her look both cute and puzzled.<strong>"<em>But</em> I can imagine.  Your clothes don't fit you properly.  No bra. And if I were to open your wallet I suspect that the ID inside would be for someone completely different."</strong><br/><br/>Bra?  What?<br/><br/><strong>"So at a minimum, you've gotten taller and shot up a couple of cup sizes."</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/>