[Doreen flexes her fingers a bit, popping out and retracting her claws for a brief second before counting off on them.]

Claws, squirrel speech, tail, teeth, eyesight, I still feel pretty tough and buff...

<Don't forget the spikes!>

[Doreen spends a moment looking at the back of her hands.]

No knuckle spikes. Not a huge loss, I barely remember they're there half the time.