Tyrell walked toward the restaurant, feeling a bit of a chill on his thighs. His tights were warm but could only do so much against the cold air.

Despite that bit of cold, he wouldn't have changed his outfit at all for this. It had been three months since the head transplant between him and Sarah and in that time he had mostly dressed in more feminine clothes, skirts and dresses and the like. He was not about to stop now just because the seasons had finally changed.

He was just a moment away, and as he walked, he did notice a odd stare here and there, but he didn't care very much at this point. Besides, Sarah and him weren't the only victims of that mad scientist, so their stares just revealed their ignorance or lack of class, and had little to do with him.

He got inside the restaurant and looked for her, seeing her at the bar having a pint of beer. He did enjoy how she looked, her smaller head on his taller body, it was amusing but also a bit attractive in a way. He and her never dated, but they were close. A bit hard not to be at this point, he thought as he sat down beside her. She smiled at him, and he smiled back, and soon they got to talking. As they talked, Tyrell was so glad to have her in his life. She made this so much better.