There's a flutter of red--and Roxie is human again, cloak flaring behind her, and she skids halfway on all fours for a long moment, nearly losing her balance. But then she's on two legs again, dashing at full speed, faster than a normal human, let alone a girl of her age, should be able to manage.

"Roger!" she calls in acknowledgement, ignoring the nasty-looking bony whorls across the bottom of her face.