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He shrugged. "Nothing like this has happened since I got here." He canted his head to the side, watching another wasteful piece of cadaver float past as though it were a strange sort of new dance to be studied. "The again, I found a few pixies roasting enchanted marshmallows over the central cauldron a few nights ago. What qualifies as 'normal' around here?" His attention ticked back to Rhine. Several human coworkers in the group of rubberneckers were pale at the sight of the tank. Not the sirens. He appreciated that.
He searched over his shoulder, looking for Kennet or Silas. Neither were in sight. "Late to the scene. Maybe there's more going on in the grounds tonight. Strange." Hopefully nothing too serious. Bad press wasn't always better than none.