"Only when it's inconvenient," Pyrrha says. She laughs a little. Never when she's relaxed sitting down or asleep (at least it's never woken her up, and her bedding shows no sign of it). Work hasn't had anything bad happen since Duty switched his duties to reduce the risk of dropping something heavy.

"Sometimes my head and my ass switch places." That being the design of a squid. Legs, head, torso.

She hmmms, thinking over Chrollo's own bad luck. Unless she has particularly bad trouble getting her shape back, water isn't what she had in mind. While she's skilled at many things, talking as a squid isn't one of them. Just in case the blood magic holds in squid form, Pyrrha unlocks her energy. That way, someone with telepathic abilities may more easily communicate with her. She says, "If you get me in the general vicinity, I can cross the finish line solo."

"Were you doing anything urgent right now?" Pyrrha asks. "I don't mind tagging along."