"Oh my God! It's me!" Megan does a little flail-dance of happiness that looks a bit like an overstimulated puppy presented with a new toy. She has so many feelings, and also, so much energy -- she's had a few beers, sure, but also some caffeine, which is not the greatest combination with alcohol.

At least she's refrained from pills.

"Thank you!" She beams -- compliments about her wings are a pretty new experience for her. Oh, sometimes in District X, usually at work, someone would say something nice about them, but she's more used to them being a symbol of what's hated and feared -- coming to Baedal, where people just see some kind of faerie, has been a total mindfuck. They love them at the Vault. "I grew 'em myself."