She wasn't sure she'd have described the jackal as a goof, but then maybe that was the perfect way to describe the little twerp, always digging around in garbage and annoying other canids. This was definitely going to be a new experience, playing with a leopard. Big, fluffy and playful. Or she hoped so, anyway. Otherwise things could go terribly wrong. Then again, Tabby had decent-ish control now, and could sometimes pull Jackie McGrump back if she needed to.
"Yeah; see you later," she said, taking in a deep, steeling breath and turning away to find a good spot to shift. She wasn't sure the reassurance about the cooler was all that reassuring, but... eh, it wasn't her cooler.
Finding a little nook to change, she took her clothes off and stuffed them into her backpack, which she hid in the bush and just hoped no one (human or otherwise) would steal it. For some reason, her inner beast needed a bit of a shove this evening, but she soon felt her responding to it, grimacing as her bones started to snap and cartilage took on new shape, ears began to shift in place, hooked teeth replaced her own pointed canines... the change was never easy, and it hurt like a bitch, but hey, she didn't feel the need to screech any more, so that was a plus...