It was interesting that she preferred he not watch her transition, but given how much longer it seemed to take her while his back was turned, he wondered if it was just that she had a different transition than his that was, for whatever reason, embarrassing or upsetting for her to have anyone else see. His back remained turned until he heard her speak again and he found himself amusedly thinking to himself only werewolves would be more comfortable letting strangers see them naked than in transition, but he kept his eyes on her face by reflex, so it hardly mattered anyway.

"Yours does take longer...I've never met a werewolf that wasn't like me," he replied thoughtfully as he pulled his shirt on and finished by starting to put on his socks and shoes again. "I've never heard something I couldn't smell. My nose is more sensitive than my ears. It's sometimes true the other way around, but I really don't like that we're on the same page with this. I was sort of hoping I just missed something," he admitted, frowning and looking around again.

A soft, humorless huff of a laugh escaped him at her comment and Derek gave her a weak smile, cocking his eyebrows just once. "Yeah, no shit. I kind of hate it here," he replied. Then, realizing belatedly that he hadn't ever met this woman, he held out his hand. "I'm Derek."