The line between humans and shifters was something taught to her from a very young age. You don't go telling humans that you can shift, because humans on the whole were scared of things they didn't understand and would likely default to killing it first and learning about it from its corpse after. She didn't see her human friends as some separate species, but in terms of generalization? She knew she didn't fit in with the rest of the world. She'd watched movies and seen how people treated anyone with a visible difference. She could only imagine how they'd react to her in her hybrid form. Jaguar would just make them think of her as a cat, but the hybrid would make a reality out of all the Hollywood movie monster fears people had buried in their psyche. It was why she was generally careful about shifting into that form more than the other.

"I'm... okay, I guess. I'm lonely. I'm remembering all the little things about them that pissed me off, but they seem kind of dumb now. I wonder if they're freaking out that I'm gone." She looked down at her plate, pushing a lump of eggs before she speared it and lifted it to her mouth.