Tobias can do that. He still has wings.

Rachel only partly registers what he's doing, swooping down and digging outstretched claws into the dirt for her landing.

She shifts to Lucy before morphing. It's just easier. And then she puts her hands on her hips and frowns at the ruined space before them, collapsed building of skin and flesh and the rotting corpses of the creatures they'd killed before.

"Gross," Rachel says.

Because this is new information, of course.