"They tracked us," Shelly said as she sat inside the photo booth while the sprinkler system activated, setting off fire alarms and getting her legs wet. From beneath her skirt, her shoes slid off as her scales appeared, causing her legs to join first at the thigh before merging up and down as her feet flattened out and formed into a tailfin. "Michelle, you saved my life."
"We're not out of this yet," Michelle said as she glanced outside the photo booth to see that the front counter was engulfed in flames. Hotel employees were trying to battle the blaze with fire extinguishers, but the effort was not going well.
"What do you mean?" Shelly asked.
"It's getting hot in here," Michelle said. "I'm in a tight spot, the room is on fire, and you're telling me you're not worried?"
"You're not going to, are you?"
"How long have you known me, Shelly?"
"Long enough." Shelly reached down to pick up her shoes.
"Good," Michelle said as her hands turned into tires.