For every one she removes, what skin it doesn't take with it is covered in small sucker-freckles.

Pulling one off her leg, she happens to rub - one might even say tickle one on her knee.

It lets go with a pop! and falls to the stones.

"I could tell you to keep watching, but that's like a dare, too," Rachel points out - but does Mel the favor of turning aside.

Today, her compound eyes have decided to stick around for the entire demorph. They are the last to change with a loud - very loud - and rapidfire popopoppopopoppopopop! of their own.

Rachel blinks a few times, shuts her eyes tight, and wrinkles her nose.

Fun.