He felt an uncomfortable sort of tingling all over his body ... but on the inside ... when the dresser went flying like it did. His brow furrowed and he flexed his fingers, curling them loosely into fists before he forced his arms to relax. The last thing he needed was for his claws to pop out right now, and they felt like they were suddenly on a hair trigger.
While he wanted to ask her exactly what that was, he couldn't really find a way to phrase it that didn't sound rude. He generally didn't care about offending people, but this was a somewhat unique situation. Before, he could just leave town. Now, he was stuck here.
"How far in the future?" he asked instead as if there hadn't been anything at all unusual about furniture flying around the room. He moved to start guiding the dresser out the door into the hallway, reasoning that was fine enough as long as he left a pathway in and out of the door, and any surrounding doors.
He was a little curious about the memory tampering, and wondered if whoever had done his had done hers in the future, too. "What'd they do to your memories?"