Julie sticks out her pink kangaroo tongue. "You're a seal guy now. You have to try to live with that knowledge."

Her body winces. "Sorry, mine's kinda rude. Her name and shape is your business. Uh, collective-yours. By the way, I think we talked over the radio? Monsieur Strange, wasn't it?"

Julien doesn't look French. He's short, stocky, some Japanese-Caucasian blend with carefully arranged hair and very carefully fitted clothes.