As the nurse escorted Remy into the sunroom, he thought about Meche. She seemed nice... nicer, actually, than most of the humans he had met when he was back in Paris. Everyone was being nice to him so far, and he didn't know how to feel. It was almost suspicious; he didn't think any of these people would do anything but try to kill him if they knew he was a rat.
"Here, Nicolas," the nurse said, careful to pronounce the name correctly -- Nee-co-lah -- and therefore sounding a little bit stilted. "Why don't you talk to Rachel?"
'Rachel' was a young girl, much smaller than this new body of his, but still much bigger than he would have been in his own skin. He gave her a look that was both friendly and awkward.
Hey, he was happy to sit anywhere that wasn't near one of those cats.
"So, Rachel," he said, once the nurse had puttered away, "how long have you been here?" And were you a doll or a monkey or something before that? From what Scarecrow had told him, it wasn't an unreasonable question, but it might lead to him having to answer things he didn't want to answer.
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"Here, Nicolas," the nurse said, careful to pronounce the name correctly -- Nee-co-lah -- and therefore sounding a little bit stilted. "Why don't you talk to Rachel?"
'Rachel' was a young girl, much smaller than this new body of his, but still much bigger than he would have been in his own skin. He gave her a look that was both friendly and awkward.
Hey, he was happy to sit anywhere that wasn't near one of those cats.
"So, Rachel," he said, once the nurse had puttered away, "how long have you been here?" And were you a doll or a monkey or something before that? From what Scarecrow had told him, it wasn't an unreasonable question, but it might lead to him having to answer things he didn't want to answer.