[Poppy]

Remy smirked when Wilson addressed the aliens. Aliens certainly pushed his buttons. For a scientist, that was weird. Remy would just attribute it to the hormones or whatever Wilson had done to himself; he usually wasn't like this. Remy stepped aside as Wilson stepped over to the vending machine before he followed him over to it, looking inside and frowning. He was getting hungry too. He wanted something more than the stupid snacks in the machine, but there were no full course dinners around here. "Maybe we can just break the thing," he suggested. "The lab has more than enough money to buy another one, and hey... if we're gonna be stuck here overnight, we can just say we got hungry. It's totally plausible."

Remy turned to search around for something hard, picking up a large textbook from inside one of the nearby labs and taking it back to the vending machine. He weighed it in his hands and grinned. "I mean we could always punch the glass but I think throwing a book at it would be more fun." He looked up towards Wilson, searching his face for a reaction. "This weredog thing is still odd," Remy said offhandedly, eyeing Wilson's ears and tail for a moment before he focused his attention back onto the vending machine.

He hadn't reacted how he'd thought he'd react. Remy thought he might've passed out at the sight of Wilson changing into the thing he'd only heard of in fable, but it was really cool actually. The idea of being bitten, common in said fables, didn't even cross his mind. "So you only change on full moons or something?"