"...murder? Why would I ever ask you to do that? I was just--"

Mako blinks in utter confusion. Where had that come from? She leant to put the helmet back into the storage and watched her walk off. There was no nicer way to offer help, no more ways she could keep her hand out. She reluctantly starts Gipsy up with a shrug and gets herself back on the road. It isn't far, Hillingdon, and she is going to change out of her now soaked gear and very quietly make herself a cup of tea.

It makes her sad, though, that this werewolf will be out in the rain. Mako does wish her well and hopes she finds decent shelter. It is the best she can do.