"The storm doesn't..." she waves her cane around, trying to find the right word- English isn't her native language after all! "Taste right, I guess is the  best way to put it. There's a lot of magic in the air..." she looks around, tilting her head. "We should all be on our guard. I only hear sounds like that when Dad's pissed..."<br/><br/>The Koopa's shell morphs visibly, making odd crackling noises as the breastplate forms, a soft khaki colour like her belly. She gruns sheepishly "I love this shell. It's saved my ass so many times. It can just switch from glamorous to protective in seconds..."