[The lion turns to purple light and Shiro rolls his left shoulder back to ease the dysphoria of having a flesh and blood body anyway. He'd come outside in a grey t-shirt, jeans, and his tan flight jacket. There haven't been any dangers so, it seemed reasonable. He'd just strapped his sword to his sword belt because he's still really damn paranoid.]

Because in my time, we've build metal beasts and crafts to take us into the stars. The Black Lion is a beast I know very well. It's possible Astoria decided I'm better as a pilot than anything else.

You're the second person I've met from a reality with shapeshifters.