The death of the crab is not quiet, but it does leave her with a sense of satisfaction. Valdis stands by, not shifting back when the weasel changes shape into a humanoid figure and exchanges words with James. She inclines her head when he scurries off before returning her emerald gaze to the woman who can change forms.

If you have a change of clothes, she says to her potential friend. I believe it would be more prudent to speak in my human form.