Stretching Des chuckled in amusement. "And who needs friends?" Her sarcastic tone cutting. Shifting her weight, she pulled herself into the room. Glancing at the bag she looked back to the sky. "Blast it all." She swore lightly. "I might as well stretch." Crumpling in on herself, pain bloomed across her skin as feathers sprouted from her under it and hands disappeared into wings. With a croak the Des-Raven flapped her wings with a expert stroke, looking at Shinan with amusement. Using the razor sharp beak she gently ran it through the ruffled feathers preening them back into place with the care of a practiced surgeon with all the time in the world.  After she had been nabbed there were few chances for change and fewer chances to preen the feathers into their proper places.