The mist hasn't taken full effect on Toby yet. She feels kind of... bad, but hungry enough that she's walking out on things she knows she should do to get something to eat, and there's an oily slickness to her rough, scaly hide. Clearly this is the best time to meet someone.

Yes, that's a chimera all right. Toby slows. She's not happy about prioritizing her own needs right now, isn't sure if that's a strength or a weakness on a day like today. Regardless she's going to have to eat. But she'll feel better about herself if she pauses.

"Did you lose something?"