Rarely in his life had Kira been so fundamentally and biologically disturbed. He knew she'd climbed out of him, somehow, but this was not what he'd ever thought. Was this the extent of her influence? Did she leave people with this kind of mess every time she touched them? In that case ... all the other people she ran into. Did they suffer the same sort of things?

He dropped the hair, unwilling to hold onto it any longer, and hurriedly rubbed his palm on the side of his shirt. The man with him was concerned - and who wouldn't be?

"I'm all right," he said, but his voice was a little shaky. There was still a light scratching in his throat, but it wasn't as bad as before. "I don't think it'll happen again." If it did, he would probably puke; as long as he didn't look a the discarded thing on the ground, he could probably avoid it. "Thank you, though, ah ... "

He hadn't ever caught the man's name, had he? Too caught up in the frankly disturbing business of someone else's hair appearing on and in his body.