The Cheshire grin of the lemon-colored sphere started to fade, starting a change where the ball dipped and bounced onto the seat, letting her reform as her normal human (if notably more attractive than in the meat) self.  "Maybe I'm missing what you're saying.  Should I not be a bouncy ball?  Should humans not turn into elves, or dragons?  Should orcs who want to be human have to stay as..."  Then it occurred to her.  "...oh.  You knew the guy in the meat, and he stalked you down and pretended to be someone else, and that's why it bothered you, right?"  Her expression grew notably more sympathetic, perhaps tellingly so.