"I just don't want to drip all the way to the showers," Jack says, as he tries to shake off a little just outside before hopping inside. It doesn't do much good, because he's still very wet. His voice does sound a bit odd, once he's inside, like it's coming from a little distance away, or the bottom of a hole. "This happened last time we had a big storm, too," he grouses, at least shaking off his back paws, delicately. "I can't change back until the storm passes."