She takes a long moment to think to herself about what made her think she had even the slightest ability to do such things. Well, honesty is the best policy. Especially when my life is at stake. "Hey, I uh... I have no idea what happened to you. I thought you were a dead cow and now you're some...
"Oh, of course, silly!" What a predicament, she thinks. If he wants to be normal, I'll make him normal. "All you had to do was ask," she jokes with a nervous laugh. She waved her hands to cast a spell that caused the beast to appear to be an average dwarf.
A dastardly idea forms in her head. I could push him over. The bottle would be pushed deeper into his body and possibly kill him. She gives the cow a strong shove.
Ha, fuck you, monster-thingy! She uses her magic to cloak herself and prepare a sneak attack on the beast. She smashes the bottle of brandy and holds it as one would a knife and inches closer...
She yelps in pain. "I-I said I didn't do anything!" she shifts, trying to escape this hellish cow-beast she finds herself facing. "What the hell is your problem? Haven't been milked in too long?!" She chuckles to herself then continues fleeing.