"Bitten?" Maggie blinks, and sniffs him delicately again. "Huh! No, sweetie, you're not Garou, Garou are genetic. You've got a wolf-soul, yeah, but not the...crap I forgot what they call it. It's sort of a massive inborn anger management program." She rubs her chin. "Well that's new. Anyway. Hi. I'm Maggie, packmate to these guys. Did anyone level with this guy?"

Jen just blinks so Maggie goes on blithely. "Oh, well then. Hi, we're vampires. No, we're not planning to eat you."