Any pop culture jokes are going to be lost on Daine, but at least he's heading into the alley like she wanted. She launches herself off of his shoulder and lands behind a dumpster, where folk from the street won't be able to see her.

She considers taking dog shape, then decides against it. She'd rather be less noticeable, not more so, and being carried has its perks. Closing her eyes, she trades black feathers for white fur, her body stretching into the long, lithe shape of an ermine. She gives herself a little shake, then scampers back over to Andrew, feeling rather pleased with herself.

Only trouble is, she doesn't fancy trying to climb up Andrew as if he's a tree. She might be able to manage it, but she doesn't think either of them would enjoy it. Sitting up on her hind legs, she gives him an enquiring chirp. How about a lift?