"Not people exactly?" Steve asked. He wasn't sure he liked the sound of this--he'd dealt with evil people before, and he'd dealt with evil not-people before. Actually, sometimes the not-people were easier than the people. There was something decidedly more evil about the people doing evil things than the not-people. The idea that humans could turn on each other in such a way. Steve had a much more optimistic view of human nature.

"So, I'm a new person here? This is old hat to you?" He asked. "You do this twice a month?" His head was spinning over it all. Kidnapped, but not quite? And this was normal to the people who were already here. He gave his head a gentle shake to clear it, then sidled up to the bar beside the pretty, blonde girl. He set his napsack down beside him, and the basket on the bar.

"I suppose I should offer to buy you a drink, Caroline." He said, giving her a smile. "What's your poison?"