[Salone]

"For the last time, it's not a...a Bumbleraffe!"

Shaw lost his temper, throwing his middle aged arms in the air, wrench in his hands coming dangerously close to various elbows.

"It's a, a thing. I'm telling you I've seen these creatures. Up close, the big ones. They're, well...they're not exactly born sometimes."

Words from seconds ago echoed back to the forefront of his head. Ignoring the impossibility of canine speech, Emmanuel stuck a shaky finger out towards the old man who had joined their little mad party.

"You. Did I hear someone say you have alcohol?"