"Hey," you greet Milly.

The non-lizard parts of Milly's crew are slow to lower their weapons. The lizards apparently recognizing that one of their own who isn't breaking something immediately probably isn't going to unless given a reason. Milly stares at you dumbfounded and you resist the urge to to strike a pose or something with the attention.

You can't blame everyone for being shocked. After all, you've become one step closer to becoming what you hate. You've grown wings and now can fly around in a fashion that is distinctly unbirdlike. Also, you're bigger and meaner looking, so there's that.

Suddenly you're jerked back toward the side of the ship and only digging your claws into the deck saves you from going overboard. Something is constricting your legs, and tail. Over your shoulder you can see a couple very large tentacles that are trying to pull you into the water. This is not how you thought this would go.

It's a brand new day, and you're being attacked by a tentacle monster of some variety.

>Fly! You fool!
>Dig in (to the ship)
>Dig in (to the tentacles)
>Activate Mantle
>Little help here?
>Other?