"Well, looks like I might actually have to work for that fifty dollars," Mel chuckled. A light little conversation to feint for time as she changed. Already, she could feel her skin growing thicker like a hide and itching as faint speckles of scales began to crest over. If the guy was the aggressive piggish type, he would rush in before she got her time to channel her form but that was only if he was confident enough to overwhelm her in a straight-up brawl.
