"Oh thank god my chest doesn't hurt as much anymore." Coming out of a drunken daze born was one groggy reincarnator who, like the others in the nearby vicinity, turned out to be quite different from her previous form. In this case, it was the lack of thumbs and hands that indicated something was off. "Why do I feel so... off..." Looking at the now feather wings where her arms used to be, the harpy's mind clicked on and all endorphine-drunken hallucinations were tossed out the window when she realized just how altered her body had become. The fact that looking down showed off scaly legs and wicked looking talons only reinforced the fact that things were DIFFERENT. 

"...Okays, pros and cons time. Cons are I don't have opposable thumbs any more so manipulating things will be a right bugger along with the fact I'm apparently not human as well. Pros are... I guess I have natural weapons? And wings... Maybe I can fly!" Growing excited at the prospect, the monstergirl flapped her wings with all her strength and hovered above the ground at the amazing height of one foot before tiring out and falling flat on her rump. "Gah, birds don't have it easy..." Wheezing at how much effort it took to fly while rubbing her sore tailbone (plus new tail), the harpy mentally noted that a training regimen would have to be made to make use of any future flying.

"...Also I'll probably need some better clothes in the future as well. Rags aren't exactly known for lasting a long time..." Looking down at herself and seeing the rather baleful state of her clothes, she looked about and saw that there were other similarly talking monsters scattered about the area, reacting to their own bodies like they were unused to such. Maybe they went through the same thing she did? Tilting her head to one side, the newly-named Khari sat cross legged and looked like the bird-brain she was as she tried to figure out the situation.