[ Without perceiving any intent for attack, Annie is more relaxed and less twitchy; given the timing, she's also sourly aware she's in much less danger of damage now than the majority of the year. Unpleasant as regrowing limbs is, she can manage it now on her own, until the whole world remembers what they're not allowed to be.

Which this weekend, also included Pokemon. Apparently. ]

Oh, no, the truly out of body experiences happened a few months back. This is simply forced shape changing. Shitty either way.

[ She's had enough of shape shifting in her life, and being a Pokemon doesn't appeal to her in any way. Lute, at her side, breathes out in a soft chuff of air, while Fritz the Tentacool is fixedly watching Orin and the Meowth fight. Occasionally, her tentacle arms twitch as if mirroring a movement. ]

Haven't run into anyone I know, but it's a big city.

[ In a decently larger world than they might expect they could wander through, but she refrains from saying as much. ]