Shari bursts out of the Med Center, disregarding complaints from people she pushes past in her rush. She leaps down the couple of stairs out front and in mid-air her body stretches. Faster. Longer limbs. Green skin fades into pale, almost white color, red anger blooming to the surface here and there. Her skin fans out into strange tendrils, not quite hair, not quite plant fibers, almost a little ephemeral like insect scales that
trail after her as she runs. The long limbs almost turn into more of a stride as she hurries nowhere in particular. Just away. She should have known that having somebody truly
understand was a pipe-dream. These people are aliens, strange and inflexible for the most part. Incapable and unwilling to change!
With limbs too long to be human, ending in three fingers, she starts climbing up the wall of the mansion, clambering to the roof and pausing for the first time. She doesn't have to catch her breath if she doesn't want to, other biological systems can do that much more effectively. No need to try for something so
human, right? She stares up at the sky. She's alone. Even this place doesn't really change that. She doesn't belong anywhere. Not really. She feels tears welling up in her eyes and she can't really stop them.