[The blanket's hauled off, and under her table is a boy -- a pale boy, who looks uncannily like Adam yet not perfectly like Adam, whose hair's a bit less '50s and a bit more '90s, who's got baby fangs in his mouth and eyes a brighter shade of red but whose expression of slightly embarrassed relief is one she's seen before. He's wound up on his stomach, not even properly on his hands and knees, as he looks up at her from under her table, sheepishly undignfied.]
Yeah. Yeah, it's good to have arms and legs again! Hello, Riley.
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Yeah. Yeah, it's good to have arms and legs again! Hello, Riley.