The henchman Shifter had been holding was forcefully pushed towards the tablecloth as she quickly yet gracelessly moved as far away as she could. The shapeshifter was pretty sure that anything the kid touched was deadly now. Even if they weren't, she wouldn't take any unnecessary risks with her.

She didn't spare a single glance towards the fur covered man as he spoke, instead concentrating on the transformation. She had trouble choosing a form, not knowing what she needed to be. Maybe she'd hit her head harder than she'd thought.

Moments later a familiar androgynous body took the shapeless forms place. A moan of pain escaped the shapeshifter as she touched at her side. The bullet graze on her leg bled copiously, making it look worse than it actually was. Everything ached. Petya took in a shaky breath, slumping towards the wall before sliding down with a sharp exhale.

She was done, thank you very much. No more unnecessary movement for now.