>>"Hrrr Things still hurrrt, It... I get overrr it quickly, hrrr it itches."

"Itches," Juliette repeated, trying to imagine the sensation. "And can it heal anything, or is there a limit?" She continued to question.

She shook her head after a second. Tyson probably didn't want to discuss his power with her. She knew how annoying it could be to get repeated questions on the topic. "Sorry, my curiosity took over. We don't have to talk about this if you don't want to."

"How's the cranberry juice?" She asked, giving him an out from the topic if he wanted.

Tyson could understand her curiosity, if he was a doctor he supposed he would find interest in someone who healed himself. So he wasn't offended or anything when she asked about his limits. "Hrrr neverrr trrried finding a limit." He said, though he thought it would be a no brainer that he wouldn't try stabbing himself to follow me out how much he could hurt himself before he didn't heal from it.

He looked at the cranberry juice and took another sip through the straw. "It's good," he said, not wanting to seem ungrateful. "Hrrr what about you, what drrrinks do you like?" He said, hoping it would help to keep himself talking and get used to conversations again.

>>"Hrrr what about you, what drrrinks do you like?"

"Coffee," Juliette answered instantly. It was usually her go-to drink, helping her get through long shifts where her eyes felt like they might droop closed. Rarely did a day go by where she didn't have any. "Occasionally tea as well."

"What do you like to eat?" She asked him in return, hoping to keep the seemingly safe conversation going.

Tyson let off a little gruff growl, "Hrrr, too strrrrong a smell," he said, remembering his last exposure to it, it had a tendency not only to overwhelm, but cause some sort of reset on his nose so that every other smell became more distinct afterwards. Fortunately most people kept lids on their cups. "Tea is okay though," he added, having had no major issues with what was essentially leaf water, "hrrr I like herrrbal myself." mostly because it helped calm him a little without adding caffeine to his system, he was stressed enough without raising his blood pressure with that.

"What do you like to eat?"

Tyson nearly had to bit his tongue to keep from blurting out 'meat', the though triggering the wolf side of his thinking, but he managed to keep it in line. "Steak," he said. Yeah, it was still meat, but it was more defined and suggested something actually cooked rather then a raw bloody mess that he had more then once consumed. He hadn't been able to cook steak himself, since his wolf instincts took over as soon as he smelled it.

"Steak is good," Juliette agreed with a little head-bob. "I don't have it often, but it's nice to have on occasion." She bit her lip slightly, unsure of what to say next. If she were in the hospital, that would usually be the point where she would go check on another patient, but there wasn't really that option there.

Instead, she just looked at her mug for a second and then back at him, as if gauging whether or not he was still interested in the conversation.

Maybe his answer had been too short, he thought. Perhaps it had come off like he didn't want to talk, since Juliette looked uncomfortable again. "Hrrrr what about you?" he asked, hoping that he wasn't driving her away again, "What is yourrrr hrrr favorrrite food?" He was struggling to keep the conversation going, but honestly it felt good talking about trivial things with someone. He hadn't had many chances to do that, usually his conversations seemed to revolve around his problems, so being treated like he was normal was something he craved to have for once. He really didn't want to blow it by being the elephant in the room. Of course he may just be destined to be nothing but a nuisance to others, considering his track record thus far. Was there any way to get passed that? He didn't know, everything in his life was so uncertain all the time now.

>>"Hrrrr what about you? What is yourrrr hrrr favorrrite food?"

She looked down as she thought about the question. Tyson obviously was still trying hard to keep the conversation going, so she felt bad about the way she had trailed off. "I'm a sucker for anything baked. It was hard not to get a muffin with my coffee," she gave him a small smile.

"Do you have any hobbies?" Juliette asked him after that.

"Hrrr, I liked muffins too," he said, remembering how they had tasted before his transformation. Somehow now they were not the same. He attributed it to his new biology, after all it was mostly plant matter mixed with eggs. His new body was less appreciative of more vegetarian fair. Still, he seemed to be okay with some fruits, so fruit muffins were somewhat more acceptable. He had never really considered himself a picky eater, but having your digestive track drastically altered seemed to do that to a person.

Before his transformation, Tyson had done a lot of things, he had read and played video games, played sports an been more or less an outgoing sort. Now though most of that had been cut off from him, he was too dangerous to play sports, and his hands just weren't designed with the dexterity to read or handle a controller. He also doubted that Juliette would want to here that his new hobbies were apparently trying to keep himself from going on bloody rampages, sulking in his room, and having freak outs every other day. "I like rrrunning," he said, which was true at least, running helped him drown out everything else, going by things too fast to pick up scents and drown out everything else with the sound of wind. "Hrrr I'm a lot fasterrr then I used to be," he added, thinking that the 3 word statement may be off putting to Juliette.

>>"I like rrrunning,"

Juliette perked up upon hearing Tyson say that. "I like running too!" She stated cheerily. "Quite a bit, actually. I prefer cross-country, though. Are you more of a sprinter or a long-distance runner?" The woman inquired further. She could go on for quite a while on the subject, but she stopped herself, not wanting to terrify him by talking too much or too loudly.

Her fingers moved across the table restlessly while she spoke, eventually landing on her mug. She picked it up and moved it around in her hands, watching how the little bit of liquid swirrled in the bottom.

It seemed Tyson had hit a topic of interest that Juliette was more into. That was good, at least he had found some sort of common ground on which to stand. It would probably be good to focus on that for a while, at least until they felt comfortable again. Luckily he knew from experience his limitations, or rather, lack of limitations when it came to that subject. "Hrr Both I believe," he said pretty sure that if he tried he could run for days without tiring. His new body seemed to have limitless endurance, while his enhanced strength made him a lot quicker. He could run for hours without feeling winded or worn out. "I seem to be built forrr rrrunning," he said, not adding on the fact that this was probably because his mutation was for hunting down and killing thing. But away from that he was sure he would do well in any type of foot race, though honestly there weren't really any places in New York he could safely do this, not only because of anti-mutant sentiments, but because if he crashed into any other people he would likely injure them. Comparably it would probably be equivalent to slamming into a car, not that he ever wanted to test that theory.

>>"I seem to be built forrr rrrunning,"

Juliette smiled slightly at him. "Well, if you're looking for somewhere to run, I know a few trails a little ways outside of the city that I could show you," she offered casually. "I usually go by myself, but I wouldn't mind some company if you're up for it." Considering the fact that she had never met someone who liked running, especially as much as she did, she was getting pretty excited. Running alone wasn't entirely aweful, but it was nice to have someone to go with every once and a while. Plus, as much as it had been sort of awkward, she hadn't dispised the conversation with Tyson.

"No pressure, of course," she added quickly, not wanting him to feel bad if he needed to decline.

Juliette's suggestion actually sounded interesting and inviting, Tyson hadn't been on any trails but he did like nature hikes before his transformation, and something like that would definitely give him some new scenery at the very least. Being cooped up in the mansion grounds was difficult without much to keep him busy, which made his mounting tensions all the worse without a release mechanism for his stress. "Hrrr, that sounds good... if you hrrr don't mind." he said, a little self conscious, after all, he was a monster and he imagined that most people wouldn't want to be alone in an isolated location with him. Honestly any normal person would probably not want to be near him looking as he did, claws and fangs did not inspire confidense in people.

"Great," Juliette replied cheerily. "We'll have to do it sometime soon. I've been meaning to get out running more often," she admitted. It had been a while since she had gone anywhere outside the city. It was too difficult to drive out that far with her hectic work schedule.

Work.

Great, she had completely lost track of time. She glance at her phone, and then winced. Her break was long over. "Sorry, Tyson. I have to get to work, but we'll definitely go running sometime, alright?"

"Hrrr um, how do I meet you?" Tyson asked, a bit worried that she was running off because of him. He wasn't able to use phones or anything to contact people, leaving very few options once he was no longer face to face with someone. Unless they came looking for him he was essentially on his own. That had been somewhat the case with Elliott, he hadn't gotten a number or address, so he was stuck waiting for him to show up again.

Of course he realized she was probably running late because of him, and given she was a nurse there was probably more important things she had to take care of then chatting up a pathetic wolf man. Who knows how many more lives may have just been ruined because of him. He hoped Juliette would get in touch with him soon, at least for his own sanity, just talking to people sometimes helped him feel less like an animal.

Juliette bit her lip lightly, anxious to get back to work before she was reprimanded. Normally, she would have just given Tyson her phone number and expected that everything would work out, but their previous conversation eluded to problems on almost all levels of regular life. And, judging from the way he had trouble with his juice, she doubted he would be able to operate a phone. So, she opted for a way without technology.

"Tell you what," she began as she scrawled out the name of a trail on a napkin, "meet me here on Thursday at two thirty and we'll go for a run. Sound good?"