The insult surrounded by questions he wasn't sure how to answer distracted Marcus from his temper. He actually snorted in a vague amusement at the resemblance line. It was funny wasn't it? Maybe not gut-bustingly so, but suddenly having reptiles quite literally in the family certainly qualified for an interesting new development. The snort threatened to break into a full bark of laughter; anger shifting to an irrational giddiness, likely brought on by lack of oxygen. Instead of succumbing to that hysteric urge, Marcus took a deliberately slow breath. Then another.
Tension still reigned within him, but he was feeling calmer. What had she told him? Something about the forest, some half-assed fucking whimsical native shit. Kessie going off in the woods to commune with nature or fuck bears or whatever. The frantic phone call and the drive up just bled into each other, and although Marcus tried to pick through what he thought he remembered, he couldn't recall anything like an explanation.
"No," he said, feeling oddly chastised when he came up blank for details. He hadn't been listening, not really. He sure as hell hadn't asked. For all he knew, Kessie had tried to tell him something useful and he'd just shut her down before she could. "Fuck. The whole drive over, I let her talk, but none of it made a fuck ton of sense..."
Well, there was one thing. Marcus frowned. It didn't seem like much, surely nothing helpful, but he offered it to the djinn for lack of anything better. At least it was something. "Uh. She said it happened before. Happens at night."
In the moonlight. "I think she wakes up normal?" Kessie had given him that impression at least. "Fucked up, like after a black out. Doesn't know how she got somewhere... but you know. Not a fucking lizard." So about as normal as could be expected. Certainly as normal as Kessie was capable of.
"There's, uh, food on the table if you want it," Marcus offered, absently, as he approached the tank. He could smell the garlic and basil from his and Kessie's bowls slowly losing heat as they sat untouched in the kitchen. Pasta probably wasn't good for lizards. They seemed to be pretty low-carb as a general rule. He crouched to peer through the glass, trying to see anything familiar in the folds of scales or the alien eyes. There was nothing about the iguana that seemed at all Kessie, though. No sudden wave of familiarity. Far as he could tell, it was just a fucking lizard.
"What the fuck did you piss off, chica?" He asked, unsurprised when he didn't get a response from Kessie.