It's right around noon, and despite the coolness of the weather, Felix is currently only in his jeans and boots. The current level of sweatiness probably has something to do with that, and the fight he's having with the punching bag probably has something to do with =that=. He's pretty focused, currently, attacking it with fists and elbows and knees and shins in varied but practised combinations, punches and kicks and other movements flowing into each other with slight pauses between various groupings. It's like a series of extremely short and explosive kata. Something about the focus would almost qualify as meditative if he didn't look like he was enjoying it quite so much.

Meandering into the barn is Justin who is currently wearing a pair of torn at the knee black jeans and a black and white button down plaid shirt. As he spies Felix pounding the bag, he folds his arms in front of his chest and curiously watches for a moment. "Got some frustration to let out or are you inspired by my sick abs that I am working on?"

"Fft, mine're still better'n yours," Felix retorts, without stopping what he's doing. "...do this everyday, pretty much. Just easier workin' with a proper bag. Still," he pauses, following three punches to the bag with a roundhouse kick and a knee, and then settles his weight evenly onto both feet, turning to actually look at Justin, "...still think we oughta set somethin' up on the third floor, for days we ain't got time to get all the way out here. You're lookin' more put together'n usual, Isabella 'round somewhere? Still need a haircut, though. 'sup?" Justin gets a proper grin, then.

"No, no, Bella isn't here, but I'm hoping that /if/ she comes around she can see that I put some effort into not being a bum." Justin says as he glances down at his shirt. "Found it in a garage sale for free. They were just giving away clothes. People will give you clothes if you tell them you are homeless." He runs a hand back through his hair, peeking up at it. "Yeah... I guess I do." He thinks for a moment, then says, "Far as the third floor, that works. Let's start clearing it out. We will paint the walls white, maybe setup a mirror on a wall, then we can move through the junkyard and see if we can get lucky and find some discarded weight sets."

Felix laughs, leaning back just slightly against the bag as it settles back into place, no real weight on it, and crossing his arms. His hands are wrapped, and there's blood on the wrappings, though most of it seems old and dried. "It ain't that hard to find clothes. 'specially not for someone built like you. Garage sales an' thrift stores, even if they ain't givin' it to you free you can find plenty cheap. Plus it ain't like you can't just walk out of most stores with shit." He considers the shirt briefly, and nods. "It ain't bad. Could fit a little closer, maybe. An' awesome, good. We can check the same places for work out stuff, too. Then we can see what we still need an' figure out how to get it."

Justin nods his head. "Could always just get ten pounds of pudding in a can and curl those. Long as Bad Boy doesn't try and eat it." He says with a wry grin on his face, giving a quick flex of his bicep. Pop. "What type of stuff you were thinking of putting in there? Bench and bags? Can even get jump ropes I guess." Heading over to the weights, he looks at them curiously, then picks up a ten and starts to work his left arm with it.

"Bench an' bags mostly, shit we can lift, might as well have jump ropes, why not? Wouldn't mind somethin' to do pull-ups on if we can work that out," Felix says, and turns to eye the bag again. "Honestly, want a bag most, personally. But anything we can work with's good, right?" He starts up with attacking the thing again, although a little bit slower this time. "...boombox or somethin', too. Be nice to have music."

"I can drill a bar into a wall for pull ups. That is easy enough. Can just get a pipe or something and do it that way. Long as I know where the studs in the wall is at." Justin puts the weight back down and takes a seat with a flop. "I got a few boom boxes that we can have. Got them in the office down there tucked away. I keep fixing them up."

Felix grins over at Justin. "See? Perfect. 's why we keep you around," he teases. "I'll start movin' shit around when I get back an' see what's what. Though, not as far as locatin' the studs, that's still your department. ...So. Guess we're on the upswing toward your challenge now, huh? You feelin' all set for that?"

"Not sure. I feel ready but you never know once you are thrown in there. Could be the Hunger Games for all I know." Justin leans over and ties his shoe when the lace became unraveled. "I may step in and fail it in ten seconds. I wouldn't even be upset about it if I did, unless I died, then that would suck. I have a plan though." He says as he reaches into his back pack and pulls out an honest to God Poke'ball, plastic toy type.

"Well, YOU prolly won't be that upset if you're dead, I reckon. Rest of us'd maybe be a mite vexed," Felix says, putting a hand flat on the bag and turning to see what his packmate's up to. "A plan, huh? What, you gonna catch you a pikachu? Or just be the very best, like no one ever was?"

Clicking it open, Justin reveals... an empty Poke'Ball. "Oh, I would tell you but I would have to ruin the surprise. Sides, if I pull it off I want something to brag about later" Spinning the plastic ball on his finger for a moment, he tosses it into the bag again once it starts to topple. "And if I die, I am sure no one is gonna be too upset. Except Watcher. He will be mad."

It's around lunchtime; Felix is topless and sweaty by the bag, which he has one wrapped hand flat against just now while he chats to Justin, who's fresh and fully dressed, sitting on a weight bench. "I reckon I'd be less'n thrilled," Felix grants, "an' given what you said 'bout how Freddy reacted when you were tellin' him 'bout it, 'spect he might have somethin' to say if you didn't come back from this thing too." He shrugs, then grins. "You get that kiss off Bella yet?"

Glumly, Justin says, "No, no kiss, but I haven't tried either. I think it would be a real creeper move if I was like.. hey baby, wanna make out before I go off and die?" He says with a grin. "I am still trying to get a read on her. But, it's kinda hard when she's so damn hot. I can't stop staring at her."

The door between the garage and house is pulled open and in walks Benny. He is wearing only a T shirt, his pants and underwear missing as well as his boots and socks. He looks like he has had a rough night and almost stumbles and falls down the ladder leadkng from the upper level of the garage to the floor. Catching himself he grumbles at the other two, "Mornin.."

"She seemed more or less open to the possibility," Felix says to Justin, "Anyway, what's a better time? Ain't gonna be an improvement to make out AFTER y'go off an' die. Askin' someone for THAT would be creepy." He grins back at the Ahroun. "Though, starin' maybe starts gettin' there too, if you ain't got it under control." He glances to the loft at the sound of the upper door and eyes Benny as the Theurge comes so clumsily down the ladder. "Mornin'," he replies, "...I'd warn you your barn door was open, but it looks like you kinda forgot to bring your barn at all. Hard night? Or awesome night, an' if so, how come we weren't invited?"

Justin blinks his eyes at naked Benny and gets a scrunched up look upon his face. "Okay, so now I know how you guys feel when I walk around like that." He rubs a hand along his face a few times then smirks over to Felix. "I will see about it. Guess it won't hurt to ask her out and see if she rejects me or not."

Benny glances down and then shakes his head in disappointment. "I went on a... self initiated vision quest last night and somewhere along the way I lost my pants and shit." He blows out a sigh and says, "What are you guys up to?"

"Prolly better doin' it in that order'n vice versa," Felix says, eyeing Benny again -- from about midchest upward. "So you get a good vision, or just smashed? Ain't up to much, just been workin' out some." He looks back to Justin again, and nods, grinning. "See, that's the spirit. Worst she's likely to do's say no an' frankly then you're in the same place you are anyhow. Plus it ain't like you can't ask again later. Anyway, she might say yes."

Benny considers for a minute before he says, "I didn't mean literal shit. I meant my boots and stuff are gone." Falling silent for a few moments he says, "I will admit I didn't see much to merit the costs. Just trying to get set for my challenge for Fostern. Supposed to go for it tonight or tomorrow."

Felix snorts softly. "Yeah, I didn't really think you did. Bein' a smartass. Although honestly, once you get to the wakin' up with over half your clothes missin' version of the evenin', y'never know. Tonight or tomorrow, huh? Good luck, man."

"Maybe tomorrow he will wake up in only his socks." Justin says with a grin as he listens. "You should definitely watch your clothes though. Those spirits may be using it to wear themselves and walk amongst us. You know how OhNo likes to shape shift into random stuff."

Benny nods his head and says, "I'm not super worried about it. I just gotta find something in the Umbra without knowing what or where it is. Should be easy enough. Can't ask for help from anyone either." Looking to Justin he says, "What about you? You have a date yet?"

"Once I woke up in someone else's pants," Felix says toward Justin, "...an' nothing else, usin' one of them traffic cones for a pillow. It had a party hat on it. I dunno where any of 'em came from but the parts of the night I remembered were awesome, so that prolly was too. Now I'm all wonderin' if there's some spirit somewhere walkin' around in what I wasn't..." He shakes his head. "So figure out what you're findin' an' then find it? Or are you just supposed to know it when you see it?" he asks Benny.

Justin gives a brief shake of his head. "No date yet but I am probably going to bump into him soon enough. I got some time anyways since we are hanging out in the low moon phase." He scratches his cheek. "Can you ask for help from spirits since you can't use pack mates? Trade favors for information?"

Benny nods his head and says, "I reckon I am supposed to find out what I'm looking for by dealing with the spirits. But of course, nothing ever comes for free, so I'll be binding myself to them for their service. She's testing how good I can interact with them, the way I figure it. See how sweet my lips really are."

Felix shrugs. "Seems reasonable," he says, stretching, and looks at his hands, flexing the fingers, then starting to unwind one set of the wrappings.

"Yeah, it seems reasonable. Probably could be fun." Justin says as he nods his head. "I like hide and seek games. Maybe also use your wolf nose, see if you can track Sera's scent. Be crafty and cunning. She is a metis with feathers, she probably has a particular smell."

Benny nods his head and says, "I'm sure she has thought of that already. She said that she was well aware of our Tribe's knack of finding valuable things we seek, so she was going to be making it more difficult on me. Probably thinking of that gift we have for finding stuff. But I don't know it anyways."

Justin gives a quick grin. "I know it. Darn. I could have taught you."

"Too bad. Guess there prolly isn't time for--" Felix stops as Justin jumps in, and shrugs again, gesturing toward him, "...I was gonna say findin' someone who does an' learning it, but yeah. That." He redoes the part of the wrapping he'd undone, tightening it up.

Benny nods his head and says, "I'll probably just get in there and try and smooth talk some spirits. Try and get through as good as I can. That has to be all she is expecting from me."

"Maybe. Just keep your guard up anyways, just in case. Sera seems to be pretty straight and I don't think she would screw you over though. But it sounds pretty hard for a Fostern challenge." Justin says as he scrunches his nose in thought. "She tell you where you are searching at or is that a mystery still?"

It's probably about noon-thirty at this point. Felix is by the bag, sweaty and topless with his hands wrapped, and turns away from the other two to get back to beating on the thing, punches and kicks and elbows and knees. Justin's sitting on one of the workout benches, fully clothed and relatively nicely for him, at that. Benny's standing there bottomless. So there's that. "She's gotta at least say SOME kinda place or it could be in, like, Khatmandu. Which I don't actually know quite where that is, but I'm pretty sure it ain't around here an' it'd prolly be a while before you got around to checkin' it out."

Benny sits down bare assed on one of the rungs of the ladder and says, "All I know is that it will be in the city, and not in Harbor Park."

Felix gives the bag a couple good punches followed by a rather vicious knee, then nods. "Well, that narrows it down at least, I guess. Reckon she's got specific spirits she's hopin' you'll ask?"

Khem opens the door to the barn and a strong scent of something smelling kind of like classic Italian food precedes his entrance. The dark-skinned Irish cowboy steps in carrying a large iron oven-roasting pot, lid on. "Hey," he calls out to those gathered, "I stopped by the house but didn't see anyone around. So I made something to eat. I don't get too many chances to have company for dinner on the road soooo... Anyone hungry?"

Benny turns around to look at Khem as he enters and apparently isn't one to turn down food as he stands up and walks over toward the Strider. "You don't gotta ask me twice! I'm starving. Benny Martinez!" He sticks out his hand to the Strider in introduction.

Glancing upwards at the sight of Khem, Justin squints his eyes and gives a wave. "Justin, and.. I am always hungry." He says as he pats his stomach, feeling it grumble under his shirt.

Felix throws a few more punches and a high, firm kick against the bag, bringing his elbow in against it as his foot hits the ground again, and stops, stepping back slightly as he looks toward the door. He blinks at the newest arrival, a second time when the guy speaks, and flashes him a grin. "Well, I wasn't, but now I am. Smells good, whatever that is. Felix T. Sinclair, Cliath Gnawer Galliard also known as Lets-Them-Eat-Cake, packed under Coyote with these guys, an' at your service. I reckon you ain't originally from around here neither." He heads over to investigate this pot of presumably-food, eyeing Benny as he goes. "Y'know, I'm pretty sure they got spare pants around here somewhere, man. Ain't you gettin' pretty cold? 's never a good look."

Khem stands there for a moment, holding the sizable roasting pot in both hands and stares at the extended hand with a bit of comical confusion as to what he is to do with it. He offers, "Aset Khem. They, being they whom tend to turn into giant monsters and ripsnarlshred all the things, call me Brightside when they're feeling particularly furry-minded. Stridery-type with a penchant for the Judging of things that are out of sorts." Then a moment later, still looking at the hand he quips, "I do try to make it a point not to give food to naked men." A pause, as he glances first to Justin then over to Felix, to whom he gives a nod of agreement, then adds with dry humor, "What? Was your dick sweating too much?"

Benny looks from his extended hand to the Strider's occupied ones. After a moment he lifts his hand to scratch at his jaw and then down to scratch at his ass. "Erm.." he says. "Bone Gnawer Theurge here. They call me Sugar Lips." He glances downward and then looks back up saying, "Vision quest gone sour. Woke up like this. All the rest of my clothes are in the city so this is the best I got."

Justin squints his eyes at Benny for a moment, then looks back to Khem. "I am called Mouse Trap. Ahroun and member of Coyote. Gnawer." He jerks a thumb to his chest. "Thanks for bringing food. Shit, you are the first Strider I have ever met. So, uh... what's it like being a unicorn?"

"He can't be a unicorn, they only show up for virgins," Felix says, lifting the lid off the pot to peek inside. Khem gets a grin for the intro and comments, and a, "Nice meetin' ya. And yeah, thanks. You want some kinda hand with this, since yours look pretty full? Or should we just be followin' you inside for the sake of plates an' forks an' shit like that?"

Khem gives a soundless 'ah-hah' expression as if in full understanding of Benny's predicament. "I see. I'm just a Cliath, see? But I once tangled with a Coyote that led me to a secret Black Fury Caern in Greece. Used me as a distraction to get inside. I left naked, rather injured, and I'm pretty sure one of their witches cursed my bits and pieces. At least nothing's fallen off just yet." He grins, and moves to set the food down on a weightbench, revealing that one of his hands was also holding some forks from the kitchen. Inside the pot are what looks like meatballs in a thick slow-roasted tomato sauce. It smells heavenly. "Fusion cuisine at its best! Guinnessed Falafel in a red wine, tomato, and chicken stock sauce." To the speculation on his uniqueness he shrugs, "There was a time, first time I was through here, that there were a couple other Striders who had set down their roots for a minute. Alas, Striders always, eventually, move on." Here he holds out the forks, available for all, apparently unconcerned about such things as double-dipping.

Benny nods his head in reply to Khem as if they are now brothers bound by their shared nude experiences. He follows the Strider over and glances inside the pot and then exclaims, "Damn! That looks good!"

"Uh.. " Justin trails off as Felix talks about unicorns and virgins, then gives him a smirk. He won't out his V-Card out to anyone at the moment. "That smells really good. I never had Fah-waffles before." Pushing himself up, he ambles over to them. "I take it you are not sticking around long this time around either? Just in and out?"

Felix laughs at the story, and claims one of those forks. "Well, if nothin's fallen off or stopped workin' right an' you got a decent story out of it, sounds like a win to me," he says, and sits himself on the edge of the bench to eye the contents of the pot again. "I know what all of that is except falafel, but it smells really good, so what the fuck." He pokes the fork in to something that looks suitably solid, and smirks back at Justin, muttering half-under his breath at the Ahroun's last comment, "That's what she said."

Khem takes the compliments on his cooking with a bit of good natured pride and a touch of an unintended blush. To Justin he offers, "Falafel. Ground chickpeas with garlic, parsley, and I added other stuff that ain't exactly traditional but that tastes quite lovely and makes it retain moisture after I fry the ever-loving hell out of it." He steps back and looks over at the bag then over to Benny and seems to consider something for a moment, then shrugs. He chuckles to Felix's classic rejoinder and adds, "Likely, yes. I'm not the chiminage-offering type these days. Probably why I'm still a Cliath. Not too many grant moots these days, with all the chaos and bastards running around drawing spirals on all the hithers and yonders. I think I'm next off to Alaska, if you have any news to be passed securely anywhere between here and there? Now be the time to share it."

Benny also begins to fork out some food for himself, apparently not self conscious in the least of standing around with his wang dangling in a group of dudes. Looking to the Strider he says, "You know, I heard about a Sept existing somewhere entirely in the Umbra, you ever heard anything about that on your travels?"

"As a head's up, Jacinta who is now in charge of the Sept no longer requires chiminage for cliath if you pass a sniff test. We need all the bodies we can get against the big fight that is coming and we aren't acting so picky now." Justin points out, though he gives Felix a wry grin for the comment.

"Chickpeas, huh?" Felix says, giving the forkful a fleetingly dubious look, but, "Fried pretty much anything works pretty good," he decides, and goes ahead with the full bite. It appears to meet with approval, since he immediately pokes the fork back into the pot to get some more. "Alaska... I don't reckon I know anyone thereabouts to send messages to. How come you're goin' there this time of year? Seems to me you'd wanna save that one for summer. Go to, I dunno, somewhere tropical for wintertime. Hawaii or somethin'. Though I dunno anyone to send messages to there, either."

Khem pinches at the bridge of his nose and shakes his head, "If I had a Gulden for every time someone asked about the Sept of the Stars, I'd be a rich 19th Century German man. It's a dismal place, boring and philosophical and is basically where Stargazers go to, at least physically, die. Unless, of course, you're talking about the /other/ Umbral Caern. Don't bother with that one... I ain't knowing much about it and neither should anyone. It's where we're supposed to all end up in the last days, according to a legend or two, and if you're smart you're not looking for those days to come sooner than later." Here he mentally catches up with what the others have said and uses his own fork to stab at some food, chomping it down rather quickly. He looks over to Justin with, "Good to know, I'll pass that along." Then to Felix, "I don't go where it's comfortable any more than the Wyrm does." He pauses, then adds with a warm genuine smile, "Speaking of which. Any of you even know who I am? Bothered to check me out before you started to eat the food I brought in? Cause I'm a nice guy and not of the Wyrm, but seriousl-" Here he full on swings, closed fist, at Benny's face with the aim, speed and steadiness of one higher than his rank would imply.

Benny doesn't even begin to block the blow. As the punch slams him in the face, the partially naked Gnawer stumbles backwards, falling over the weight bench and over, his bare legs flipping up over his head and his hairy behind staring up and the other three Garou. "Argh!" he yells aloud through the fall, "What the fuck!" is added as he attempts to roll backward and get back to his feet.

There is a blur of fur and muscle as Mouse-Trap surges into the Crinos form, then motors through a round of rage as he leaps for the Strider, looking to tackle him down. He doesn't growl or say a word, instead relying on surprise if possible. If he is able to make contact, he invokes the gift of falling touch to become nothing short of a 8 foot furry line backer.

Felix is just starting to say something when Khem starts that swing, and the Galliard's free hand grasps the bench, his leg coming up and out in a bid to sweep the Strider's. Seated isn't the ideal position for the move, but hey, at least it's among the things he's just been practicing today. The fork falls into the pot, but oddly enough gets ignored for now.

Brightside has left a convenient path between himself and the front door, perhaps just for this very reason and he's already off in the millisecond that the punch connected. An abuse of what originally was intended to be a messenger's gift comes into play that combined with the burning of rage for speed and shifting to the hispo, makes Khem damn near fly away from the coming attack. He moves with decent natural grace, but more importantly with significant and apparent training and practice in moving well in this form. He is heading for the door, unclear exactly in how he'll be opening it once he arrives. Without looking back he taunts something that comes out like a surprisingly sarcastic (for the form), ~Oh, big scary Ahroun! Please don't hurt me!~

Benny growls as he leaps back over the bench and runs for the door calling out, "You coward son of a bitch! Sucker punching a guy with no fucking pants!" As the Strider shifts and charges with the blur of gift enhanced speed, taunting Mouse-Trap as he does so, he misses the conveniently placed jump rope which acts almost like a trip wire, wrapping and entwining itself around the hispo paws and sending the Strider skidding for the door, the head blasting through the wooden frame and the body left inside.

As he lands upon his paws, Mouse-Trap takes off after the Strider-Hispo, shifting down to his own near-wolf form to give himself another burst of speed. His teeth are bared, spittle flying past his jaws. There is no cheerful retort from the Ahroun as he rumbles back to the pack. ~Triangle~ He calls to his packmates as he takes the point in barreling upon the speedy Garou, taking the 'tip' of the maneuver. Which means, two at his sides. With Benny's trick in motion, he leaps for the Strider, snarling as his teeth aim to sink into his shoulder and pin him down.

Brightside 'maroos' confusedly as he hits the door, but doesn't pause to be caught. He shrinks down to the lupus and makes his way out of the hole that was made with the once much-larger body. Damn Coyotes, is definitely a sense that is given by the rather communicative Strider. His tail is snapped at and stripped of fur and skin from half way down, to the tip, by the Ahroun Gnawer who now can only see the Strider through the new doggy door. OWwww! OK, OK! The Strider turns and stops outside, looking all kinds of contrite and submitting while shaking off the entangling rope, now that he has a bit of a barrier between him and immediate doom. That was very mean and this one is very sorry!

Lets-Them-Eat-Cake blurs up to Crinos even as his leg fails to connect and he's rising to his feet; then he's after the Hispo as well and taking Mouse-Trap's instructions. The side he's at disappears through the door, or at least all of it but part of the tail, so he wrenches the door open and quite possibly off the hinges, out of their way. Well, it needed replacing now anyway, right? The Ahroun can probably get outside first; the Galliard follows, aiming to flank the lupus and make sure Justin can take advantage of the last of that entanglement to immobilize the lupus, helping if necessary. That looked like a surrender, but can't be too careful, right? Plus, assuming the Strider successfully made his point, they can't exactly just let him go without some kind of checks.

Benny stomps out after the other three Garou. He hasn't shifted and as he draws near he ignores the Strider's surrender. "No!" he barks out. "Not going to be that easy for you. Shift back up to your homid form and I am going to have my eye for an eye!"

Brightside doesn't stop himself from being surrounded and continues to remain in his submissive state, neck stretched and shown, belly low and tail curled under. His eyes are cast down and he doesn't look to be up to running anywhere, though he didn't look like he was going to be sucker punching a naked kid before either, so... never really can say. He doesn't offer anything up in form of explanation just yet. At the order, he shifts back up to the homid form, some spots of blood can be seen soaking through his thin shirt, at his lower back. He does finally speak as Benny approaches to take revenge, "Is that what you really want out of this experience?"

~Down,~ Lets-Them-Eat-Cake says, a hand on the Strider's shoulder to add some weight to the instruction, ~Sit, lie down, I don't care, but off your feet.~ He and Mouse-Trap are currently guarding the Strider, clearly taking the ability he's shown so far into account, and watching for signs of others. The Galliard keeps eyeing him warily. ~He's =right= though, so now we better make sure,~ he says, ~'cause I hate endin' up feelin' stupid about the same thing more'n once. 'specially in the same day. So who's around we can check with?~

Benny glares and doesn't even slow as he walks up to the Strider and draws back a punch and hurls it with all of his might directly for the Strider's nose, a touch of rage likely speeding his arm as the punch flies to make contact. "Damn fucking right!" he yells out in anger at him. He presses a thumb to his left nostril and exhales sharply, blowing blood out onto the ground between the two. "You don't punch a guy who is half ass naked and trying to fucking eat, bitch!" He looks quite aggressive to be nude from the waiste down.

Mouse-Trap bares his teeth at the Strider, snarling as his eyes narrow in anger. He looks rather agitated as he attempts to cool down. ~The Gaians will be able to.~ His lip curls back. ~You must thought because we are coyotes we would find humor in what you did.~

Khem takes the instruction with good grace, eyes still lowered and with no resistance. He lets himself be pushed down to kneeling, and further through that, attempts to crosses his legs to sit 'indian-style'. On his way down he is speaking, "Let's see. Wyrm sensing folks..." he offers, helpfully, with a bit of cheer return "If I recol-" Then bam! he goes flying back with a spray of blood from his nose. The Strider uses the, apparently expected and intentionally amplified, momentum to flip himself backwards and pops back into the lupus form, taking off like a bullet out into the distance with a call of, ~So disappointing! Tell Tempest that I said Hi!~

Lets-Them-Eat-Cake was not expecting the amplified momentum, and that plus the shifting at the same time removes the shoulder from his grip, probably without even too terribly much damage from those Crinos claws that try to tighten on him in the process. ~Fuck!~ he exclaims, looking off after the Strider, and doesn't even attempt to chase him down, not at THAT speed. He sighs, and melts back down toward homid, shaking his head. "Fuckin'... well, fuck."

Benny grumbles as the Strider is off again. "That fucking prick!" He looks to Felix and says, "If that's how all Striders are, no wonder they never stick around. They all get chased away or killed!"

Felix keeps watching after Khem for a few more moments. "Mm," he says, with a small nod, "Yeah, total dick move. ...I think Coyote'd approve though. No offense, man, sucks you got punched an' all. But he's right, we prolly oughta've been more suspicious of him. An' we prolly ain't gonna forget real fast. 's his kinda prank. ...an' that falafel stuff ain't bad. We prolly oughta make sure people know 'bout him, though. An' I guess we prolly better do somethin' about that door." He glances over his shoulder at it, and sighs, rubbing his temples. "You want me to go in an' see if they got any pants for fresh cubs stored inside somewhere?"