The ID on her commlink, from which the fee for the second shower was deducted, didn't help - it was obviously stolen. And she certainly was no "Peggy" and also not 40 years old.<br/><br/><em>My name is Syn. Well, that's the closest your brain can come to understanding my name. It's actually a concept and an emotion... but I digress. Your name is Callie.</em>The voice spoke with conviction.<br/><br/><em>Now we get yourself into a less exotic form, then vacate the premises here, before your pursuers arrive. Then we get a suitable job, a suitable home, and a suitable new ID. Well, you'll get it, with my support. And suitable clothes. This "office lady" look is sooo not you.</em><br/><br/>Syn proceeded to try to teach Callie how to change her shape, make her horns and fangs and tail recede and her skin change color. It was... not easy, and Callie learned a few colorful words in Syn's tongue that just had to be curses. But she would manage a form that did not look that exotic. Or die trying - Syn promised as much after the 5th try that went wrong. Of course Syn also maintained that she had to look smoking hot anyway.