[Holy shit. The transformation knocks her out of her persona. She almost falls into a combat ready crouch, her pleasant mask of welcome has turned to a flat stare. Without intending to, she's put the wall at her back and her hand by her leg is opening and closing, aching for a weapon. It takes her a moment to recover, and even then, only halfway. A little life back in her eyes, a nervous laugh on her lips.]
I really wasn't expecting that.
[She drags her humanity back over herself, like pulling on an ill-fitting coat, and forces herself to take a bold step forward.]
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I really wasn't expecting that.
[She drags her humanity back over herself, like pulling on an ill-fitting coat, and forces herself to take a bold step forward.]
Can you still speak?