Halesey opens up his can of whatever, finding it to be full of a pinkish-brown meat-like substance that smells positively awful.
He eats it anyway. It's actually a bit better than it smells, though it still makes him feel like his mouth needs a hot shower afterward. It is at this point that he becomes quite glad that he has the folder tucked safely away underneath his clothes - much safer that way. Less prying eyes, yes.
He politely asks the group where a man who is tired beyond his years can crash in his journey through this crazy thing we call life.
The mumblers don't seem very talkative. One of them, the guy with the guitar, looks up at him and shrugs. Halesey's eyes wander along the group, stopping on the strange woman, who seems to be asking him a question.
"Who are you? You look new. Are you one of the druggies?"
Well, that's terribly blunt of her.
Kat, feeling that this is quite the triumph on her part, fist pumps the air like a true winner. Feeling like she's on a roll, she decides to take it one step further, trying to devise a spell entirely on her own!
However, try as she might, the magic just doesn't happen. Damn. And she felt so good about this, too.
~Baby, ya can't do magic like that. It's not the way o' things. Too ineffable for ya, see?~
Larry, unsure what his hand might do now, grabs a potato with it. The glow immediately passes along to the tuber, at which point it starts to feel oddly... viscous. And stretchy. Huh.