Re: Living Room
"I'm fine." She winced inwardly at the ruckus in her mind, telling her passengers to all kindly shut *up* thank you.
"I'm not injured, accumulated fatigue and physical deterioration from inconsistent activity. Plus, I think girls are supposed to be fatter." She hadn't really paid her new body any attention. Not until it failed to do what she wanted it to.
On the plus side, she was one good blow away from giving someone a very bad day. On the other hand, Quisty was fussing. Quisty didn't fuss until phoenix downs started running low and the potions were spent. She must look like shit.
"I'm running on... fifteen percent capability, roughly. No spells, four GF's and tail." She counted off the tally, a smile buried under the edge of the Commander.