”—Hey man, don’t look at me. I didn’t wrecked it.”

Que the innocent card and what not. The werewolf’s senses are spiking up gradually. She’s not gonna randomly start clawing eyes out, but just in case they’re hiding underneath her fingertip.

         ”- Who are you? One of Derek’s long lost dead siblings?” mock the wolf.

     _{“No, no. I believe you.”}

  _{[ Hardly. But he’s willing to give her a chance. Precisely because his experience with werewolves is limited to a few haughty occasions, none of which ended in his benefit. ]}

     _{“Don’t know a Derek. My name is Katja. Kat, if you’d like. I can tell you’re a commoner of this area – you’ll have to excuse my confusion around these parts.”}