Natasha was in Jeff's cockpit who was now a mouse-sized Boeing 777, she said, "I need someone to keep a watch on you".
Natasha pulled her back pack from her back and plopped it onto the pilots seat. She concentrated on it, and gradually it started to change. At first the straps started to become thicker loosing its definition turning into a blob, except for its raccoon tail. It started to change colour, separating into a dark brown upper half and a more beige sort of brown on it's lower half. Gradually the straps started to form what appears to be legs and arms, the legs being bent and folded almost like someone in an embryonal pose. At the same time the upper part turned into a kind of leather jacket while the lower part turned into a pair of pants. On the jacket a head started to form. In moments that head formed a a pilot's cap along with goggles, then a snout formed. The straps got boots and gloves holding onto them. Eventually their grip released and the creature unfolded on the seat, stretching itself.
The creature who was now sitting in the pilots seat could best be described as a raccoon pilot. An expressive dark and light grey furred face was smiling out of what seems like an old pilot's garb. He smiled at Natasha and said, "Nice plane you got there", he strokes over the controls of Jeff, "Sure I'm gonna take care of him for you".
"Good", replied Natasha as she got walking down the passenger corridors and climbing out the hatch before closing it. With her reduced size, she simply jumped down on the ground.
"How does she do that?", Jeff wondered and the raccoon-pilot-creature replied, "Electrostatic gripers in her hands, works really well. My name's Fokker, by the way." Jeff said "I'm Jeff".