Carol wanted to argue with him, but bit her tongue and watched him pull out the cigarettes instead. She was still made. And exhausted. But he was right. She'd started in with the chiding. Jesus, why did it even matter? Everyone was fine. It was just a nosebleed.
"I'm sorry." She muttered, admitting guilt like that wasn't always easy for her. She didn't look right at him when she said it, either but she did come back with the rag and handed it to him.
"You're probably right. Deadlocking a werewolf is never a good idea." There was a joke in ther somewhere. Carol smirked a little, leaning back on the bar and crossing her arms. "Next time, we should talk t you first. If you think you got spells that'll work, maybe we can set them up around Remus and his friends from the start."