Before he spook, she placed the scent. He was also some kind of werewolf, although, again his scent was less pronounced than Malia's.
Then he spook. Miriam stared at him for a full five seconds, before bursting out laughing so hard she almost fell out of her chair. Probably not what he expected, so she managed to pull herself together and clear her throat.
"Perhaps that's true in your world. In mine? I'm older than you. And, if you bothered using your nose, werewolf, you would have noticed that. I would assume you have a heightened sense of smell being both werewolf and vampire."
She noticed the bartender trying to not smile, and signaled for another drink for both her and the hybrid seated next to her. Somehow, she figured he would need it.