((No problem, I'll make sure to get Serina into the ship now.))<br/><br/>Serina reached into her shell and helped anyone that hadn't already left her into the ship, tucking her clothes just inside the doorway before transforming into a small bird and fluttering in through the jet doorway then climbing under the pile of clothes as she changed back into her original form making sure nobody could see her naked body as she put on her undergarments then quickly grew to fill the dress.  Timidly she sat to one side, her arms across her chest as she blushed slightly remembering the feel of the others down there underneath the shell...it seemed that despite the form she took she could feel everything in the same way as if she was in her original shape, glancing down she now noticed the wet patch of blood on her dress from where she'd been wounded earlier...of course the wound had sealed itself when she changed form, but the stain was a reminder of the pain she'd felt back then and about how her dress was now slightly ruined with a small rip in the fabric where the bloodstain was located.  Right now, she was shaking with slight fear...the guns, the blood...her actions upon devouring the enemy soldiers.  All of it was catching up to her mind and she was terrified, afraid of herself and of everything that had happened.  Silently, a few stray tears rolled down her cheeks making small dark patches on the skirt like fabric of her dress as the moisture dropped down onto where her legs shook, tightly closed together as she sat there trembling.