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"Um..."

Oliver stares at a section of statues in the art hall. They show a young man in a white Victorian-era military uniform - gold buttons, two silver stripes on the lapel. White flame surrounds him; running from it are red-eyed rats the size of Dobermans.

The young man is blonde. Oliver is blonde. But the young man is far too all American action-hero-ish for Oliver to relate it to himself.

"If I ever looked like that, I'll eat my hat," Oliver mutters, shaking his head in disbelief.

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There's a snort as Leaf stops at the entrance to the art room, ears pricking forward. "Another ape," she mutters, then walks in, tail and ears up as she stalks towards Oliver.

"You are new." It isn't a question; just an annoyed statement of fact. "Who are you? Where are you from? Are you useful?"