"Uh, yeah, Jackie's booking it to go get that old woman who lives around the bend. Y'know the one who drinks too much and can't speak common?" Wendell spoke clearly enough, but anyone who was paying attention to him would see he was sneaking peeks at everything below Zira's collarbone every time she looked away.
Zira, don't be alarmed by this. The kid will be fine.
Lucian's words were punctuated by Wendell buckling, catching his balance, and standing up warily again. His posture was different though, his expression cautious and expectant. When he spoke, his tone was changed as well, adopting an eerily similar cadence, "Well. That worked wonderfully... Although I don't particularly enjoy being confined to a pubescent, gangly, drugged up child's body." He sighed, and said, "It'll have to do."
When he made eye contact with Zira, his irises were revealed to be no longer green. They were a piercing gray-blue.