Clyde was scary looking. She could admit that inside of her head. One scary looking monkey thing. Externally she popped one shoulder up in a nonchalant shrug.<br/><br/>"I talk funny, you look funny, it works out for everyone."<br/><br/>Her eyes traveled to the shelf he had indicated and she walked over to it with confindent strides, grateful her knees weren't shaking. She would find out what these "Skeinclothes" were.