Fair enough. Perhaps he was simply lucky enough to never run into one, himself. That, ore just plain unlucky in every other which way. A crossdresser though, huh.

"Brown hair and eyes, sometimes calls herself James. Got it." It would be a little bit harder, but he's managed to find stranger people before. Some without meaning to. He turned to walk away, but paused as he looks up and over his shoulder at the fluffball. "Who should I say's looking for her?"