Something was growling under Claudia's bed.
Which, you know, was new.
She peeked over the edge of the bed and spotted a bat-wing-eared shadow with glinty teeth and glowing eyes. She sat up sharply. No way was she putting her foot over the edge of the bed when there was a glinty-toothed, glowy-eyed thing under there.
After a few moments of deliberation, she grabbed a work lamp and her goggles off her nearby desk and leaned over the edge to get a better look. She got a good eyeful of green scales, long arms, and pointy claws as the lamp warmed up, then watched as its pupils shrank and it squinted as the lamp it full power. It let out a squeal and fled for darker corners.
Claudia, possessing at least a small amount of self-preservation, grabbed a heavy duty battery pack and a pair of pants, and rushed out of the room.
Marco could totally handle himself, right? Right.
[ooc: establishy, yo.]
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