( Angela pops on screen and she's baring traits of her own for the moon phase— ones he's seen before to a degree, when they'd first met, speckled in white spots along her cheeks and bared shoulder, now also sporting doe ears perked to see him and dainty, velveteen little antlers. She looks ridiculously happy to see him, hands clasped near one cheek in the typical oh look at youuuuu you're so darling! way people coo over children and cute animals.

She's also impossibly relieved that she's seeing him in some positive state instead of stressed out and nervous, which has been the norm so far. )

Oh, Hal, you look wonderful! ( He looks so sweet!! She loves his ears... Oh, right, science talk. ) I don't know that we need to report to them, but we could have a look at one another if you'd like to be study partners. And I could help you fix your pants if you'd like. I found a way to sew them with a snap so you can't see the hole in them the rest of the month. I have a little tail myself.

( Which she steps back to turn around and show him— you're welcome, Hal, she's only wearing a sweater with lace panties allowing her freedom to show off that tail (which gives a little wiggle, fluffy and white) and the spots going down her thighs. No shame, Honestly. )