Oh. Mack is realizing she is in too deep. The rapid Spanish leaves her losing the thread pretty quickly so she tries to pull out the keywords. She's got that his name is Jack and, somewhere in those questions, she's almost sure he asked about shapeshifting and a smart coyote. Mack is pretty sure even as a human she's probably levels out at 'intelligent coyote' anyway.
But the question about shapeshifting kind of excites her, and suddenly the worries about being a random girl are replaced with the desperation to be the center of attention. With another excited yip, Mack ducks down behind the gravestone.
There is silence for a handful of seconds before a roadrunner launches gracelessly from behind and lands on the top of the mossy marble before nearly toppling off again. Once Mack regains her balance, she stretches out her wings and points her beak at the sky as if to say 'Not just any shapeshifter, a cool shapeshifter!'
zero apologies needed, i am the queen of slowness
But the question about shapeshifting kind of excites her, and suddenly the worries about being a random girl are replaced with the desperation to be the center of attention. With another excited yip, Mack ducks down behind the gravestone.
There is silence for a handful of seconds before a roadrunner launches gracelessly from behind and lands on the top of the mossy marble before nearly toppling off again. Once Mack regains her balance, she stretches out her wings and points her beak at the sky as if to say 'Not just any shapeshifter, a cool shapeshifter!'