See, this is why she followed Ethan, even though other Wolves they had encountered before and after they left Chicago thought she was abnormal, a fool, or betraying her own kind by not staying with them. Really, they were just mad they lost a warm body, a tool to be used by someone else. "Good. These might be higher stakes than usual, even if a slower burn." Elliot rubbed at her chin speculatively, "I like it, but if it goes wrong it could go very wrong." They didn't usually go against this many of their own, so to speak. But she trusted him, and she definitely wasn't backing down.
She turned to face him properly, head tipping to the side as she took a deep breath, the smell of coffee not quite overriding the smell of another Wolf who entered the diner. They didn't come towards their table though, and she took a sip of her coffee before adding, "There are a few of my kind in town, at least one pack nearby. Any of yours?" Wolves had a way of finding one another, most Supernatural species could sense their own really, but she wasn't sure how much detail he got. Especially since he was so much older and more disciplined than most.