She briefly considers trying to hold onto the fur until very last to save some dignity if the robe should slip, but rejects the idea with no small amount of irritation. Thanks to Andrew's dawdling, saving her strength has become too important for her to expend extra magic on anything that isn't needful. At least the Doctor managed to drape the robe over her in such a way that it ought to stay put.

The shift back to human isn't as quick as it would have been if she'd been a bit fresher, but it's still over in a matter of moments, leaving her crouched on the floor with the robe still mercifully draped over her shoulders. Huzzah. She shrugs her arms into the sleeves and straightens, swiftly tying the belt around her waist. Then, she turns to face Andrew and the Doctor, tugging her hair out from beneath her collar.

"Thanks," she says, both for the Doctor's and TARDIS's benefit. "I'll ask the People to keep a lookout, and then I'll take a shape and go searching, myself." Frowning at Andrew, she adds, "I can only ask them to keep half an eye out for you, mind. They can't just drop everything to help me; it's spring." Hopefully, Andrew and the Doctor will understand. Plenty of folk have just assumed that since she can talk to animals - or even boss them, if she must - that they're all at her beck and call.