"You are very handsome," Natasha said, her voice long and seductive, ready to pull him in. "I have always vanted to be with a Man like you."

"Well, lookee here, Miss Natasha," Abe said, still in Gnarley mode, "I dun heard all I can bear to hear here in this funky birdshit town. I gotta move on and save me some whales."

Abe was testing the avatar to see if it was really Cyn. Together, they had created a language of their own that they swore they would use in times of uncertainty which, in the electrosphere, happened all the time. Saving the whales was code for "if it's really you, now's the time to let me know."