The dragon-girl watches intently as each set of words fills the speech bubble one at a time, replacing the old one.
"Aah! It is her!" Grabbing the wolf-woman in a bit of a panic and flailing her around in another display of her unusual strength she says:
"Help! How do I help her!"Whatevr allows herself to be thrown around for a little bit before disappearing in a flutter of fortune cookie fortunes and then reappearing a foot or so off. "Easy there, girl. All you have to do to get a drawing off is add a little color. Your breath will do just fine."
"Breath? O-oh!" Ayako turns to the 'drawing' and tries breathing her draconic breath at it. In a vast gout of blue and orange fire, the picture of the catgirl is filled in with color, and Goggles falls back out, fully realized once more but
looking even more different than before. On top of that, her attraction to Ayako is driven up a little further, and joined by a strange, vicious urge to...hurt people. Not Ayako, of course, but anyone who might hurt her or take her away, definitely. Uninvolved strangers...maybe. For such purposes, she's aware of a bunch of daggers hidden astoundingly well inside her clothes, and a newfound knowledge of how to use them.
Whatevr crosses her arms, observing all this. "Well, this should be interesting."