That wolf. The extraordinary circumstances obviously haven't changed him.
Still, time to make the best of it. At least she's landed in one of the world's greatest metropolises, and not Moose Jaw.
"We'll go to Harrod's," she says briskly. "I'm sure my doppelganger wouldn't object to my using her resources to buy a bedroll for a fellow peace officer. Especially since we're all Canadian." Thank heavens for small mercies that she hasn't changed nationalities as well.