Her brows were so on point. Heiji actually carried around a pair under normal circumstances (DETECTIVE STUFF), but he'd probably lost it at some point during the night. There was the sound of rifling through the bathroom drawer, which stopped abruptly once Heiji located the item in question.

Then the sound of something dropping into the sink. Glass against porcelain, but only one fragment, followed by another after a few hesitant seconds. This was Heiji slowly picking slivers of car windshield out of his back.

"What happened," he said, now that he could answer her question, "Was I ran into a werewolf."