Isaac hardly wanted to remember the time he'd gotten here...gotten back really. Unknowingly tampered with my Dick Roman, thinking that only an hour had passed by when it was really over a month. It had been jarring back then but he had no idea just how bad it was going to get. And now it was over, if only he could scrub it all away.
"Cool." it was all he could offer in reply to her time here, it was just nice to talk to someone new instead of apologizing. Even though she'd been here when he lost his shit she didn't seem to recognize him and he knew he didn't throw her around that day. He remembered everything with a clarity he wished wasn't so. Hearing that she wasn't the best shot either he hissed a breath and made a face "Well I suck so ahh...let's not tell anyone that we both can't shoot."
When she mentioned that she used her hands he found his gaze drawn to them against his will. Considering all the possibilities there...was she a werewolf too? "Actually I use my hands too. Sort of." He may as well get it all out in the open, they were an accepting community right? So he raised a hand and let his claws slide out for a momentary show and tell, pulling them back in once she got a gander. If felt great to have control again. He'd been so shaky with his control since he got back but now he felt top notch again, in perfect 100% condition. He'd never take this feeling for granted again. His gaze slipped to her hands again in silent question.