Normally on the prowl for food sources that don't come from the automata, today Felix is on the prowl for what some people are calling 'glitches' instead. Which means he finally has a word to adequately describe what was happening to that storm he and Seteth surveyed, too. He figures if he can hunt down as many as he can and mark them on the stupid map the automata gave him earlier, then someone smarter than he is (i.e. Seteth) can try to find a pattern or something and figure out what's going on.

So when he hears the telltale noise, he's already turning quickly to look. A second later, he wishes he hadn't.

"Professor?" Goddess, it hadn't occurred to him that professors might show up...well, this is awkward. He averts his gaze, cheeks slightly pink.

"So you were brought here as well." He glances down at his clothes, maybe to take off his jacket to give her, but there's no way in hell his clothes will fit over her...her bosom. Or hips. "My clothes won't fit you. We'll have to try something else."