[SierraHigh]

"Well just you wait-" Baird was interrupted instead as the griffin pushed away his coat and layers of clothes. It should feel warm down here but Baird's skin was still cold to the touch from the environment outside. He brought his hands around front and tugged his clothes back around his smallish form, pushing himself to sit up with the help of his backpack as support. Still nothing felt broken, but he could see bruises already beginning to form on spots of his body where he'd taken a particularly hard hit upon falling. "I kind of need my clothes," he sneered, rifling around in his coat to see if he could find something that might aid him. He normally had s few knives stuck in the pockets of his coat, but they weren't anywhere he could feel. They probably fell out somewhere upon his tumble. Baird watched stunned as the griffin changed into a man, one that looked completely human by his book. He'd never seen that before... Struggling to stand, Baird groaned softly. "Shit," he cursed bitterly.