"I'll bet," the doctor wirily smiles but then she was privy to a small portion of what Wrex's past before his reinvention in California. While she was curious Hela respected the former mercenary’s right to keep his world secret. "I think I'll be barricading my door at night. I don't need a wolf walking through and into my life." She earnestly meant that. Those strange dreams seemed more trouble than they were worth especially when her own dreams were sufficient enough to fuel many restless nights.
As Hela peered around at the newest location, her hand graced the bed tentatively. She was relieved to find it wasn't a back splitting an army cot. Between the kitchen, rec room, offices and sleeping arrangements, it all seemed quite amicable, but Hela seriously doubted she would be staying here overnight unless she was the doctor on call or the circumstances at the Ranch were truly dire as Garm had a bad tendency to let his disposition sour and become rather destructive when out of her control for too long. She somehow didn't think Wrex would particularly like the idea of the large black dog looming around the good doctor like a vigilant shadow. She leaned back with an earnest smiled. It was time to talk turkey.
"What are the typical injuries I should expect to encounter here, Wrex?"