"Never been one for knights," she mused, her on jab at humor. She couldn't hold a candle to the level of snark people like Dresden and Varus tended to throw around, but she liked to dabble every now and then. 

As she walked on, her focus moved more to her own joints. She moved her shoulders around, bent her arms out and in. There were creaks and pops, nothing out of the usual, but she was growing tired of just stretching to get her exercise. For the briefest moment the skin around her neck shuddered a darker hue, traveling in a wave down past her shirt, and vanishing beneath her clothes until it passed along her feet. 

"I'm gonna wear if we don't do something soon. It's been two weeks since I've shifted, gonna need oil at this rate," she grumbled. An over exaggeration, but it didn't mean much.