Hell no, and no need, respectively

A slight bit of mana-the minimum needed for the Touch of **** to take shape-goes down as I reach down behind me-his groin in for a very nasty surprise as he jumps back and screams. "Listen here, the only 'body selling' that might be happening here is these bozos selling your corpse to some two-bit surgeon for practice if you dare touch me again. Understand!?" The last little touch had finally put me over the low threshold to bring it up, so as I dumped the rest of my energy into this one, that black flames burned larger than before as I menaced him with it. He didn't seem inclined to try anything, even talk, instead scooting into a far corner and curling up, seemingly in an attempt to make himself as small as possible.

There was a loud clang of metal on metal that I found myself reflexively jumping away from-followed by ratcheting. "That didn't look like you was trying to get out, but it certainly seemed like funny business. Consider that a warning shot." I huffed in irritation I returned to an activity that seemed to occupy so much of my life now-waiting. Inside a building this time, but not one I'd want to. Don't even really have a proper bed-just a bench a couple people are already using up, So, instead, I just sit in a corner as I try and consider. Dropping this form, I could be out of here in seconds-at the cost of some bad blood with the locals. And, more pertinently, probably a bad impression of Orchid if my first contact with society is wrecking it. Explosives are usually kept secure, so I'd rather not be considered a loose cannon. Assuming my spiteful little tantrum against those bandits hadn't already blown it.

When I find that line of thought no longer worth pondering, my next one goes: exactly what kind of test are they intending? I mean, I am a shapeshifting monster, but it's not like those are wholly related, like if I was, say, a werewolf or something. This is a spell-albeit, an unusual one. Maybe it'll catch it either way? If reading too many RPGs has taught me anything, it's probably gonna involve silver in some way. Clearly, they suspect I'm of the 'has to be subtle' variety-otherwise, they'd have lot more than one dude with a nice crossbow.

The point, however, is evidently moot in a bit. After a while, there's practically a slamming of the door open as a familiar voice comes in, showing more emotion now than the entirety of the time I'd travelled with her. "I told you to stay out of town for a very good reason-not even an afternoon and you're already in the slammer! You're lucky these guys know me enough to accept 'official business' without further explanation-or you'd stay here to rot!" Pointing out what seems to be an obvious question, I ask "Er, how did you know it was me?" She paused for a moment, just looking at my like I was the biggest dipshit she'd seen in a while. "Your little toy kinda gave it away. She's outside-and heavy, so lug her ass yourself while we get out of here." Then she turned around to keep yelling over her shoulder, at the guard watching over us. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

He seemed very visibly shaken as he jumped to, hands shaking as she goes for his keychain, opening the door a crack to let me out. She seemed even less in the mood to answer questions than normal-so I keep it zipped up as I walk.