Bella shifts down through Glabro and finally arrives at her homid form. A girl, eighteen or nineteen. She clears the six foot mark by about three inches. She's narrow and wirey in build with developing muscle. She seems rather normal.

Still, there's something... feral about her. Inexplicably predatory. It's in the way her eyes seem to bore into whatever she looks at, an alert sort of jumpiness.

"I do not like this shape," she says.