His response lent Judith the idea that maybe he was one of them, or at least that he knew of them. It also made her feel a bit better for feeling the way she did about that pack in particular. They weren't the only pack in the area, she knew that. They were, however, the only pack that ever seemed to get in the damned way and making things worse before they could get better. As far as Judith and her brother were concerned, that pack made their jobs more difficult and tedious. ...she kind of hated them.
Judith kept that latter part to herself, though, and helped Derek to the nearest piece of furniture — the couch; damn near the only piece... — and she settled herself on the far arm of it.
"Eh," she waved off his offer. "I ain't thirsty right now, but thanks. And I ain't picky with pizza, neither. Whatever you want, get."
She looked around the fairly empty loft. "This ain't real homey, Derek, you live here all the time or just when you come back to this town like a crazy person? Once I graduate high school, I'm outta here. I think you're nuts comin' back on purpose if you ain't gotta..."