POD PEOPLE!

[evil_koala_626]

( Immediately following this)

Stitch had remained in the rafters for quite some time after the truth had come out that the bar had been invaded by BODY STEALING CREATURES FROM ANOTHER PLANET*. And he'd given this one his home address. Well, he'd told her what planet he was residing on which is the same thing. Not good. Very much with the not good.

"

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[cutting_edgex23]

X does not step on Stitch, only because she smells him coming.

And he is not being very quiet.

"Stitch."

It's not a question.

[evil_koala_626]

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

The thing about focusing so intently on who might or might not be an hapless puppet in the crowd below is it makes it difficult to notice anything that might be behind you.

Stitch actually goes airborn, leaping vertically a good foot into the air and coming down facing her with wide eyes and bared fangs.

[cutting_edgex23]

X's own stance shifts, and her gaze flicks from Stitch to whatever might be approaching from behind (in front?) of him.

"You are not okay."

Fear is a scent X has no trouble in recognizing.

It makes her--upset.

[evil_koala_626]

Stitch stares up at her. If possible, his eyes go even wider. X's scent is... not usually one of much Stitchian scrutiny. There are certain components of it he'd rather not think about. At the moment however she is the subject of some vey intense snuffling.

"Oh." For just an instant his shoulders loosen slightly. And then he's gestulating wildy back down the stairs.

"Pod People!"