At the back, she found a door into a compact washroom. Above the sink
there was a mirror, but she didn’t recognize the face staring back at her.
The metallic scales extended up her neck and covered most of her face.
The appearance of enhanced muscle mass on her arms was present over the
rest of her body, most notably her shoulders, chest, and thighs. The orange
glow of her eyes was now overshadowed by a scaled plating wrapping from
her brow, over the top of her head, and down her back. She still couldn’t tell
if she had transformed or if the nanites had activated some sort of armor
around her that was also somehow a part of her. She’d expected to be
horrified by the transformation, but there was something striking about it—
beautiful in its raw power.
Okay, so I can understand why they’d take a step back. Kira tapped one
of her fangs with her claws. Holy fok, I have fangs and claws!
Despite her initial declaration that she had no interest in being modified,