He isn't all that comfortable with sharing what he was with the world. It was bad enough that his father was looking to have the North American werewolves come out to the world, to the people. No one was really sure how that was going to go, back home. You couldn't always anticipate how plain humans were going to react. "Interesting to keep in mind," he said thoughtfully. Both that no one seemed to have a problem with it and that she wasn't sharing.
There's a raised brow. He used to watch the old Star Trek show. "Wow. Somehow I feel like that could get dangerous. Not all the people from those shows were nice." Taking it in stride. He's starting to firmly believe magic of some sort had a hand in this, and while he didn't like magic, there was a lot of it that he didn't know about it. So he'll just throw it in that pile in his head. The one marked, 'don't think too hard on'.
"Was trying to get a little used to all the scents before moving inside." They would be a little thicker in there because of circulated air and confined spaces. Better to not give himself a headache with too many new scents on the first day.