Another pile of pink goop

Cassie was gone in puff of pink smoke and in her place was pile of pink goop.

Seeing that all logic and reason has gone out the window, you meekly call out Cassie’s name.

“I’m here.” Cassie’s voice emanates from the goo. “I’m sure you must have your questions, but let’s lets just say you’d be surprised what a few hundred dollars and a few connections can get you.”

“Wow babe that’s amazing, but why are you a pink puddle?”

“The suit I’m wearing disrupts my cellular structure and allows my cells to be reprogrammed by my mere thoughts. The pink goop is like its default configuration which allows me to shapeshift into any other form quite easily!" comes the surprisingly logical explanation.

"Really? Hell, if I wouldn't know any better I would say somebody had a freak spilling accident with ice cream or something!".

"Me, a spilling accident!? I'm your GIRLFRIEND!" comes the loud protest.