Beachside

Panic, confusion, mild amounts of pain!

Misha, once the fox-thing crashes into Butler, lets go of its head with some effort, trying to reorient herself for another strike.

And then she actually sees Butler, and pauses. What was he doing here? Better ask him and find out.

Misha's watery snake-form solidifies into her more normal, recognizable body, complete with the blue scale ridges down her arms and legs, blue-blonde hair, curvaciousness and unabashed nudity.

She's probably pretty familiar to both the half-awake Butler and the water-logged Fredrick, if either of them cares to look.

"Oh hi Butler. How're you?"