"Apparently you're going to learn first hand how gross gross really is! Though that was my last warning, if you watch this whole thing, that's all on you."

Collette gave no further indication of her intentions, forming the image of the pigeon in her mind. The changes were immediate. Her eyes started to shift around on her face, her nose lengthening as feathers formed like so many hundreds and thousands of blackheads bursting in tandem from under her clothing, then through it, leotard and tanktop lost under the wave of feathers.

She began to shrink rapidly, arms pulling back and popping with an unheard sound as they were pulled into proper form for a win, flesh extending off the length of her arm and connecting to her body. Contortions marked as her legs shortened, limbs she'd never moved since his arrival growing scaly and yellowish , talons extending from toes that were pulling together, another traveling back with the same distorted, jarring motion as the rest of her.

It takes all of a minute for there to be a perfectly recognizable pigeon sitting on the roof where before there'd been a human girl. She's not sure if her Thought Speak will work with him, but attempts nonetheless to communicate.

< How's that for a party trick? >

She flaps her wings, head tilting to the side so one eye can focus on the immense bulk of Drift right in front of her.