[Julien lets himself be pulled out of his nook, stepping carefully. Despite his claws and the sense that he's not used to his long, gangling legs, Julien is graceful and moves almost silently. He watches his new friend, deciding that he can't be from Locke, and speaks carefully.]

Ah... well, I was human, yeah. For a long time. [He presses his lips together, shakes his head, and moves on.] But I've been changing for... god, it's been a year already?

[It's surprising to think about. April to March. His lungs changing, to growing wings.]

...A year. Yeah. There's... there was something dumped in the water once, but nothing else I'd call a mutagen, and things were happening before that. I got these two weeks ago falling off a roof like a fucking idiot. [He shifts his wings and tightens his clawed toes on the ground beneath him, seeming more unhappy than bitter and more bitter than angry.]