Dora shrugged on the uniform jacket she now held in her hands and quickly zipped it up. It was of the sort that she'd seen when she went to London and there'd been accidents in the streets or crowd control problems at the footie games she'd gone to with her cousins. A bright neon yellow which people could see and would at least know they meant business.
"Fuel truck explosion then," she said, tapping her pants with her wand so that they turned black. She morphed her face next, giving herself a slightly more stern visage and long brown hair which she quickly pulled back into a severe bun. "Quite dangerous, so everyone else will need to stay away. I'm not above confounding anyone who tries to get past, at least until we're done here, aye? Might do to get a few up in the skies as well to patrol a perimeter, make sure no one sees from that view as well."