Jo marks it down to see if the library in The Bunker has more information or if there might be more in the main libraries. Just to have a broader concept of the depth, range, and whatever else science said went into that comparison, he chose right there. She had specs of the sort for monsters—even multiple types of monsters from worldwide lore hypothetically related to wolves—but not on the typical animal itself.

He keeps talking, low and distant. Still answers, but it's not a readily enjoyable thing, and she does know why. She remembers that room. (She remembers the small box, too.) She was an asshole that day, but one without enough knowledge to know better. Which she had at least a little of now. At least enough to give a modicum of grace where she didn't need to stomp on something unimportant in her way.

"Out of necessity more than choice." It's not an apology. More an acknowledgment that she gets the concept, if not the experience. He couldn't stop picking up the scents anymore than she could just tell her ears to stop hearing and have them obey. It's a hard thing to settle; if there's a vague part of her that almost wants to say she's sorry.

He might not be her favorite. But she gets that more than she once understood, it kind of sucks.