James was nowhere near as young as her body appeared. She had been fifty-three years old at the moment her training had finally been certified as complete and her Mindprint had been taken. Being changed so completely was therefore an extremely jarring experience, one that couldn’t be resolved with just a few nights of sleep. Another factor—one that filled her with constant unease and a growing sense of dread—was the sheer scale of the world around her. These equine aliens were not a tall race, and she had been made into a young member of their species.