"I'd ask how you did that, but I ain't so sure I wanna know," says a dry voice from somewhere above her. Looking up will reveal... a raccoon. A raccoon in a very heavily modified Barrayaran uniform, with what looks like a homemade gun slung across his back. He's staring hard down at her, as he apparently just watched her change back from being a flock of birds. Or something like that.

"Which side you on, humie?" Because even someone made out of birds still counts as human-ish, right?