"Oi, I've been absolutely craving grease lately. You know, the sort of food they seem to have all over here. The things you all call pubs and bars over here aren't really good for anything, but all those fast food places are wonderful." And horrible for you, as she'd been discovering. It wasn't as if she was eating it every day, but sometimes she found herself craving chips from a drive through.
After a moment's pause she gestured to her chest, sort of rolling her eyes as she tried to play off that the following admission was slightly embarrassing. "My chest... though, I know that's supposed to be a normal thing. It's, um, grown. Tender sometimes, yeah," she said a bit sheepishly. "I've been trying to avoid shifting anything below the neck though, just in case I mess anything up by accident. So I can't make them smaller."
It meant things had been rather boring for her, of late, stuck in the one form with only her hair colour to play with. She hadn't been so still in quite some time.
She watched as the velcro strip connected around her arm. "I'm ready."