[i]Jason felt a pang of regret at hearing the werefox's story, a sad grimace drawing itself on his face as he kept approaching. He didn't speak a single word, just coming closer and closer, twigs and leaves crushing beneath his weight. Then, he stopped at the werefox's side, the Russian extending his right hand down at him. He then spoke up again, voice remaining as distorted and mechanical as before, all thanks to his helmet, [/i] "Name's Jason. Sorreh for scarin' ya, pal. Eva thought 'bout bringing her fam' ta da Dojo? Plenteh o' monster-lookin' folks there, as y'called 'em. Y'could get an actual home, too, 'stead o' a hole undah da ground. 'Nd, kiddo, I must say: y'sound awfulleh young fo' yer height."