"It's the City. I wonder if Annie could help. She may have some way of talking to a few of them at once to see if we can't synch them better, or in a different way. Maybe make the City's shark like need to move work for us, though I'm not sure how we could at the moment." Fred was perking up, coming out of the strange funk the man had put her in. She squirmed a bit and finally uncurled herself enough to look at him.

"No..." She paused. "No, I don't think so." She didn't sound sure of herself. "No, he was some weird theater type, I think. I hope. I hope he wasn't just some weirdo going around..." Her nose wrinkled, and she just curled up to him again.

"No, he didn't hurt me. Just...he fixed my posture..." She sighed. "He couldn't have been a creep, right?" She sat up to look at him. "He could have honestly meant that he thought I could be a dancer? I haven't completely lost my ability to judge people, have I?"