[For a minute he thinks of butcher shops, was she saying she had a heart attack while cutting liver?
Then-]
Ow. Are you sure?
[But she seems so intent on getting help he finds himself reaching down, finally. His hand doesn't feel at all like a human's, though there's some kind of opposable thumb. It's lean and black and scaly and the fingernails are actual claws, filed down.]
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Then-]
Ow. Are you sure?
[But she seems so intent on getting help he finds himself reaching down, finally. His hand doesn't feel at all like a human's, though there's some kind of opposable thumb. It's lean and black and scaly and the fingernails are actual claws, filed down.]