Uh, part of a group of sequestered people kept into a crumbling city for a few generation in order to weed out genetic imperfection. When people actually were considered 'cured', and others became wise to it, it started a civil war of kinds, and my faction was put in the middle of it. In other words, being controlled by giant jackasses never did anyone any good, they never gave a shit about the death toll, and I'd better never any of those Bureau people again.
A real wolf. Apparently I look like this, not that I am in a position to go preening in front of a mirror whenever I'm like that.
Girl, you just go on about your life. It's only a few nights, and I'll be back by morning. In bed, obviously.