Chris takes note of his preferences for the future, but is a little too full and content to stress over it much.
"Glad it was a success then." After paying the bill they're on their way back to the Institute at a leisurely pace.
Once they reach the front gates, she seems to have worked her way up to something in her mind. "Okay... here goes nothing." She turns to Halbjorn, turning off the image inducer and holding both his hands. She shuts her eyes, and tries to change back.
Oh... oh god it hurts. There's a grinding and tearing feeling, but no blood spilled, as the bone spurs retract. It takes almost a full minute, but she seems human. However, when she opens her eyes, they're still feline, and her canines, while not fangs, protrude just a little more than perhaps they should.
Not able to see the residual changes herself, she looks herself over, then up at Halbjorn. "Well?"
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