"What Breakdown said," Knock Out says, a touch impatiently, also totally missing the point. "These avatars don't look anything like us. It's not as though we're going to be identified."

He eyes the puppy, frowning slightly, but it doesn't look like it's about to run off just yet. "What I want to know is why you insisted that we come. It's not as though we're going to eat any of this..." He gestures at the barbecue spread. "...This food. And it's not as though you need to be chaperoned."