"No," Rosa grunted faintly, still not sure where she stood between absolutely hating not being herself and just embracing the fact that being a panther was awesome, and generally deciding that it was best just not to think about it and focus on the task at hand instead.

"Which is good," she said, cocking her head slightly toward the bike she was leaning on, "because it would have made it a lot harder to drive this thing. You're not weird about motorcycles or anything, are you?"