The fork in Rok's hand begins to spark and bend. His knuckles have turned white, and his skin on it green.
He then relaxes his grip and puts the fork down. His hand soon is back to it's fleshy tones.
"I am sorry to hear that you went through such an ordeal. I know we all have demons to fight within and without us." Rok obviously sounds a little rattled. "If you excuse me." Rok gets up and heads to the restroom, and is through the door quickly.
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