Her hands are tense and curled; her limbs are parted as if to make her look larger, and her eyes are chilly with distrust. Morgan recognises the man's attempt to look unthreatening. She wills her too-heavy flesh to become weightless and darting and sharp in response, then feels nauseous when it doesn't, like she's missed a step going downstairs.

This is worse than before. Who did this to her? How?

She neither nods nor shakes her head. She is not going to give this human, who is definitely either an actor or a scripted NPC, the satisfaction. Instead she musters every ounce of her oratory skill, snarls silently, and puts her middle finger up at him.