"I don't like swearing," she said, pulling her fingers through her hair and frowning when she felt how greasy it was. "God, I need to shower. Do I really look that bad?"
She nodded, reassured. "As long as I really am safe and you're not lying.. Are they a few floors down?" she asked. "Christ, they're killing people and- What, every month? This is happening by the same wolves every month? Are there no traces of them at all before or after?"
"If it helps him cure us then is that a bad thing?" she asked, giving James a tired smile. "I'm sick of this, James. I feel like shit almost all of the time and this isn't getting any better."