<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v50/BriarRose/RP%20Characters/Reel%20Peeples/4f7e8a87-1105-4493-97b9-3c029eb6890c_zps70265bce.jpg)</div>Kamala wasn't entirely sure what to do with Chan, though she was enjoying his bombastic presence. He was evidently more enthusiastic about his parentage than she had been about hers. "Sounds fun," she replied, not able to tell how honest he was being. Or if it mattered. "So what brings<em>you</em>here? I'm gathering Vegas medical conferences are a little outside your field of expertise. Is there--"<br/><br/>A prickle ran down her spine, and she cut herself off, trying to figure out whether irrational paranoia was to blame for the sudden feeling of being watched. It was definitely to blame for her reluctance to look around, afraid that by doing so, she would make herself a target. The wet rasp of a throat clearing made the point moot. It was clearly done to get their attention, and it came from just behind Kamala. She raised her eyebrows in question at Chan, and then twisted in her seat to get a look at the intruders, visibly flinching when she saw the creature. It was a woman, probably, but its humanity was in doubt. A man stood behind it--her--with a face that was vaguely familiar and much easier on the eyes. "Hello?" she said, the query thick in her voice. More unknowns.