Oh gods above did she EVER stop talking?!  Velma had a mind to eat her in her state, but luckily for her she wasn't FOND of the taste of warm, humanoid flesh (fits of furious violence notwithstanding). She was more than happy to get down from the ceiling herself, and unlike the gnome she didn't have to walk down it; she just let herself down slowly to her feet, then let go...<br/><br/>Come to think of it, as Velma looked down upon the now far smaller girl, people did tend to talk more and babble when they were uncomfortable... if Tinka talked all the time, it would make distinguishing one from the other impossible.  If that was intentional, she was smarter than she let on... maybe.<br/><br/>Velma did give her a strange look, but then again most looks from a black and white angry bear the size of a room tended to make those sorts of looks at most things.  Well, either way she was right; stealth was out the window if someone indeed knew they were coming, and once she left this form she'd be horny and distracted more easily.  Velma grunted in her bear form, and reached to get her bag, ,strapping it to one of her biceps, where it was nice and comfortably set.  She could still get it easily too...<br/><br/>And then she picked the gnome up, bending over to set her on her back, and she began to shift again.  This time though, she was taking a rarely-taken form: she was now her proper, full bear form, all fours with a pouch on one shoulder.  She let out a grunt, a moment of warning for the girl on her to remain stuck to her some way some how, and then she'd take off at full-tilt, running down as a giant bear with Tinka riding on her back.  No point being subtle; time to find that motherfucker and RIP HIS GODDAMN FACE OFF!!!