Chris surveyed the landscape disapprovingly. She stretched her limbs as she transformed, letting out a low pained growl as the bone spurs worked their way back out and her jaw shifted to accommodate the protruding fangs. She helped herself to a snout-full of the air as the cabin depressurized.
"Hey, Rose, this place smell a little... I dunno, too 'fresh' to you too?"
She looked back to the other seats. "Dyce? You held together okay?"
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