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"You didn't see de flies?" Kaveri asked, confused. She could now think a bit clearer, but she felt those flies - as well as tasted them, heard them, smelled them... She knew they were real. "Dey were black like oil and melted into my hands. Dey were all over me..."

She shook her head. She was still quite visibly afraid, but the panic was starting to wear off. "A bird," the woman repeated, blearily lifting her head and trying to move her fingers -- it was strange, all but her index fingers and thumbs felt completely immobile and inflexible. She slowly sat up, finally getting a look at her new, not-very-improved, and even more deformed hands. Her silver eyes narrowed on the sight of the hand she held out in front of her, staring at its 'palm' as she tapped her two remaining fingertips together, the talons clicking against each other.

"Dis is ******** wonderful," she frowned. "Did dose lab guys hate my music dat much?"

Kaveri shifted in place, trying to stand on her oddly-shaped feet. It was very clumsy, to say the least, and the new placement of her big toe was not helping anything. She held out her arms for balance, feeling very woozy and getting a head rush as she got up. She had the vaguest sense of nausea from recovering from the panic attack, but otherwise felt rather healthy, tiredness and anxiety aside.

"I feel like a mountain of horse s**t," she said, then sat back down and crossed her legs. "As for standing, dat depends on how long I can keep myself up."

"Dat's reassuring," Kaveri frowned, carefully scratching behind where her ear once was. "Let's be careful from now on, I don't wanna be shitting out eggs or anyting." The vulture-woman shuddered at the thought. She thought that childbirth in and of itself was fairly nasty, but laying an egg was probably so much more painful to deal with. At least the baby would be soft in comparison.

She put her former hands on her knees, patiently waiting for Zach to return. Kaveri was in no condition to leave the spot where she sat -- or rather, she was in fairly good condition, she just didn't want to move. She just looked down at the monstrous, spiny pinfeathers that protruded from her forearms, testing what little flexibility they had left.

As the stick was presented to her, she shifted to her knees and picked the object up, holding it in both 'hands' before hoisting herself up and dusting some old dirt off one side of the stick. "Tanks," she smiled, nodding her dark head. Kaveri shifted her footing to get some semblance of balance, leaning on the stick while gingerly stepping over the garden fence.

Those poor plants have taken enough of a beating already.

Chances are, Kaveri wouldn't want to see what she's become. She can't be blamed for it, and if those hideous, spiny wings were any indication, she probably wouldn't like the rest of what she's become. "I kinda... wanna lay down," she said blearily, hobbling off in the direction of her duplex.

Later on, she'll probably want to whitewash her mirror after seeing her reflection.

But for now, rest first and figure out what she is later. Those white feathers... maybe she's becoming a swan?

Reserved - Not quite the Atkins diet

Moreau took notice of the blinking light on his phone console in his office. He buzzed the front office. "I'll take this one." Moreau always had fun with subjects asked what they were.

He tapped his fingers trying to figure out exactly what he was going to tell her... he then tapped them over the console, after he'd let it ring for far too long.

"Yes Ms. Porter?" he said to her with his smoothest voice.

"I'm always busy Ms. Porter... always. But I might be able to spare a moment of my time for you?" Moreau attempted to sound sincere.

"How may I assist you?" his voice showed his smile once again.

"My dear, your serum was hand selected by me. I recieved the photographs of you before you arrived. Read a little bit about you and knew I had to find the most perfect bird for you..." Moreau grinned on the other side of the intercom. He was supressing a snicker though.