Nessie giggled at Jorg when she mentioned their matching hair. "Red is funny," she agreed. "But hair at all is funny."
Patrick just stared at both of them, panic rising slowly in his chest. "H-hi. I'm- Oh, Jörmungandr? Oh Christ." Great, so not just any snake, the apocalypse snake. Goody.
"And I'm Nessie!" she said brightly.
"Fuck," Patrick hissed what he hoped was under his breath. "Sorry, I- I'm Patrick." He didn't really want to say which Patrick, in case they got all haughty about their serpent brethren which he had absolutely not banished from Ireland.