[By now there's a nice bubble around Eddie where the floor is normal, although the edges of it creep and shift.]

[It almost gets worse as she realizes she's going to have to explain something, then she forces it back down as much as she can; while she doesn't manage to get any semblance of 'normal', patches of it manage to bloom here and there and shift, settling into a few small bits of whole skin.]

It's not my body. I don't stay there much. [She's holding still, looking up at him, but there's a distinctly uncertain tinge to the way she's hovering by the wall.]