"Oh, okay. You're not a kang-roo, are you?"

The figure behind her pauses, then slowly facepalms and shakes her masked head.

"Garou," says a raspy voice from the mouth of the staircase. A middle aged nonhuman woman with frizzy russet hair steps out. "Sweetie, just say werewolf, you're never gonna get that right." She pauses a bit away and her nostrils flare.

Jen leans over and whispers "Vote for ally stuff. This isn't like before the war, we don't just kill people."

"Nnf. Nnf. Yep, smells like wolf. But he can't be Garou. He ain't enough of an asshole."