The differences hit her fast, the cat's fear, her adornments, and especially those teeth. Canine teeth. She's aware vaguely now that this must be another transport -- that maybe, she's in less danger than she thought -- but it's all background noise to the sharp terror that comes with the familiar look and shape of it's face.

Her hands shoot up in front of her, palms flat and trembling. A brief, hitching breath, but then she speaks, high-pitched and quick, "N-no! No. Don't."