The two sometimes-women eyed one another.
"Just animals." Daine shrugged. "Just people for you?"
"You say that like it's a bad thing." The woman smiled. "Think of the possibilities."
"For examp-" Daine bit back a shriek as the woman in front of her melted into a tall, rumpled, overly familiar figure.
"Mystique." From behind her, the helmeted man's voice sounded half scolding, half amused. "These are our guests."
Fake Numair folded his? her? arms. "You spoil all my fun." But, to Daine's relief, dark hair and pale skin shifted into an increasingly familiar blue. "Oh well. I can't say much for her taste, anyway."