"I guess so." Ellie thought zombies worked the same way, but maybe not. She's not really the one to say anything about anything. She glances at a passing number and knows that they're getting closer to where she's supposed to be. Two people agreeing probably makes it a little more legit than a weirdo who just gave her an address.

Ellie hums. "That probably explains a lot." Honestly. Who the fuck even knows who her dad is, and her mom's been dead for ages. "Why haven't I always been turning into a wolf, then. Is it, like, an age thing?" More like a puberty thing, but that would probably be too much information for him.