( She grimaces, brushing her hair back straight with her hands. )

Yeah, when I go dog. You know, woof? I've got a golden retriever.

( She pauses, recalling that she hasn't actually gotten around to telling Saul what she usually forgets to get around to telling anyone. )

I can shapeshift, I guess? It's not like you think from any of the movies, it's a technology, and we call it morphing where I'm from, but most people recognize it as shapeshifting!

( An earnest look: believe her, Saul. Por favor! )