She seemed nonplussed. She had met werewolves, and had spent lots of time with a few of them. Truth be told, she sort of liked them. Something about the unleashing of an inner nature.. it intrigued her. She settled the plastic water bottle in her neon green bag before looking up at him through dark bangs.
"Do I have a problem?" she asked, her voice soft, but not so soft that she was keeping the conversation between the two of them. If he was going to speak loudly, she certainly wasn't going to whisper. She lifted her chin, her own nostrils flaring at his own scent, and lowered her eyelids a little. She was fairly certain he wouldn't attack her, out of sorts or not. After all, he was on payroll, and for all he knew, she was an itty bitty minor that couldn't freeze his intestines in place.
She arched an eyebrow and watched him carefully, her poise -- and perhaps the glint of silver-blue scales peeking out above the rim of her yoga pants -- betraying her position. "I'm not getting anything out of this lesson. I'm leaving."