The new peacock-person flapped his way around the room, still wearing the remnants of his woman's clothes. Linden wasn't--quite--panicking, but he crouched down beside Harry Carstars, making soft fluting noises that seemed more suited for to the woman he had been. He put one wing-hand on Harry's back, and the pig-man grunted.
"Why are you DOING this, Mary." He said, his voice a bit gutteral now. Some of the splash must have been on his voice box.
Mary looked down at him. Why WAS she doing this?
Well...wasn't it a bit...fun? Giving out wholesale little suprises. It was SATISFYING, wasn't it, giving Issac Garcia a taste of his own stinking medicine. And letting the security guard have it. And letting the paper boy have it. And her boss. And his lover.
In fact...it was downright PLEASANT.
But...she wasn't doing much, was she? Just little dumb, stupid things that...
Mary's breath froze in her throat.
If she kept on like she was going, she'd get caught, wouldn't she? Hadn't the last place Peter had gone to been her house? How many people saw her give Floyde Harper those doughnuts, and--oh you STUPID girl, Mary--how many had seen her ACTUALL GIVE ISSAC A DRINK FROM A VIAL???
How many people could still TESTIFY that Mary had done something to them? Hell, how many had seen her spike the damn water fountain?
This situation might become...unpleasant. Fast. Faster than Mary wanted.
So...what could she do about it?
And...if she did do something about her immedate stupidity...how could she...expand...on the use of the vials?
Mary...began to plan.