Sitting sideways on her stool, TJ had also been watching the different dares take place, not entirely sure that she'd be up to the task if dared herself. Her drink had been partially consumed, though she'd lost confidence in her ability to keep a clear head after the first two swallows. Wanting to determine how the local liquor affected her before downing the rest of her drink, she'd left it there while she'd paid attention the happenings on around her.

When a voice behind her asked for a medic, her brows furrowed as she swiveled back toward the bar and turned her head to see where the voice was coming from. The sight she was met with was a bit more disturbing than she was expecting and eyebrows went into blonde hair as she realized that the man's bones had exited his body and were now poking out like...

"Are those--" TJ leaned close, now in full concern mode. "Do you have claws or is this something new?" She dropped from a sitting position on the stool to a standing position near him. Realizing she hadn't identified herself to him, she lifted her gaze and gave him what she hoped was a reassuring smile. "Lieutenant Johansen, United States Air Force." For whatever that means to someone with claws. She's met a lot of people Not From Earth. "I'm a medic."