Jenna frowned. "If you can still shift your appearance, how did both of them recognize you from a mission? Do you not disguise yourself?"
Amie laughed, and her face shifted to look a few years younger, terrified and gaunt with hunger. It was clearly still her, but even in her clean casual clothes, she looked every bit of the "Easily abductable and never missed street orphan" stereotype.
"Alright, I get the point. You don't have to not look like yourself, that's enough to make you basically irresistible to human traffickers."
Amie smiled, then her fingers extended into hard bone claws, then reshaped into normal fingers with ten different keys as fingernails.
"It's the subtle work that is the most important. Horny traffickers are too distracted to realize that they're about to die until it's too late."
Jack nodded. "And putting an Antimagic strap on her wrist doesn't stop her from shapeshifting."
