Out of sheer reflex that he asked, her hand lifts up to her fringe, like he might actually be talking about her hair.

But, no, no he isn't. Oh, right. Horns. Fur. Tail. So she clears her throat. Smoothing her now clawed fingers against the front of her skirt. Her eyes - black, no whites around them, just huge and dark, watch him. She's faster than him. Ish. Thinks so. Or at least, she's very different to the last time she saw him. So has some kind of surprise on him.

"Oh - right. That. It's a long story. A really long story." Where do you even start with all this? "Guess some things changed since then, for me. But don't... worry." Except how can she say that to him of all people? He has every reason to be wary of her. "I mean, Jack's not here. It's just me. You don't have to wait for me to trick you this time. I keep to myself, now."