The first true, mischievous grin that had crossed her lips in a long time worked its way onto her face, and she licked her lips as she took a half step back and cracked her knuckles. She did remember smacking Remus, but of course she had no recollection of her sense of strength. However, she did now.
"Werewolves bruise easy?" She lightly teased, "I can smack ya now, you know, for old time sake."