"That could change," the man who might well be both her children at the same time mutters. "It's waving a flag at an angry bull." There are no angry bulls on this planet, he should update his comparisons! Did waving flags at worms get the same result? "But if July is any sign.."

His gaze turns back to the hole. There's something odd about the energy here, which he couldn't quite get his teeth around. "Maybe every human won't be in Octovern forever. I've heard rumors of small towns just pop, appearing suddenly out of thin air." And an entire damn city, apparently. "...If you don't mind presents of the more dangerous sort, I ... .. I think I know someone who still makes tasers. Finding a mean looking dog might take longer."

Why is it always thin air, anyway? Would fat air be very humid? The thought is shaken off quickly before it can distract him too much, and slowly, carefully, he unclenches his hand. That stings. "I'll make a present out of it! You deserve a party!" Just him, assorted Vashes, some kids, ..whoever else turns up, and the taser. Or pepper spray. He's pretty sure he can make the latter himself if he wanted to.