Tension barely loosened in this unknown girl’s shoulders before I finally decided to play my trump card, “Okay, listen, I know this looks bad, but…” And I embraced my chimera form, my clothes extending just right to fit properly while clawed toes poked out from boots without soles and wings poked out from what suddenly felt like holes that were always there, “I am Poe, host to the Spirit of Vengeance.” My canine face spoke to her.