Erin certainly makes more sense in human form; swordsman callouses on her palms, old defensive scars up her arms that the tattoos only partly cover, eyes. She jolts at the unexpected voice -

(PAY ATTENTION!)

- and stops herself from reaching for the knife block. Her fingers flex as she turns and -

"Oh!" Erin brightens up Immediately. "Madame Ferrier!"

(Explain fast -)

"You probably get this a lot but I recently got into your books, it's a pleasure." Not an honor, no need to fangirl here. Erin can feel her ears not twitching. She offers a hand out. "Erin Peters, do call me Erin."