Johanna glares at Mako even as she turns around. It's the tone of pity that the girl has that makes Johanna bristle. She's not scared, dammit. Who wouldn't want shelter from the rain? She glances behind Mako to the motorbike. She's always fancied a motorbike. It's just so pitiful, isn't it, having to ask for help from strangers? She hates Mako just a little bit for her kindness.

"Here -" she digs her fingers in her pocket, and comes out with a crumpled ten pound note. "For the petrol. Whatever. It's only for tonight."

She sniffs. "You're not a werewolf. What are you? What do you want?"