"You can stay with her," Joscelin replies. There's something not quite right about the man. Something about his blood doesn't smell quite human. He's obviously not a werewolf, what with the full moon and all, but there's something distinctly doggy about him.

"Do you know CPR?" It has never exactly been Joscelin's area of study, having spent most of his unnaturally long life killing people rather than trying to save them. This whole situation is extremely novel and strange.

Mrs. Brown's lips start to turn bluish and Joscelin swears, temporarily forgetting he's still playing a part for the stranger.

"God damn you, you old cow. You're not allowed to die yet. Where's the bloody ambulance?"