To her credit, she doesn't bat an eye when he brings up werewolves, although inwardly she has a moment of surprise, learning that apparently there's worlds out there with things as strange as Asgardian gods running amok and aliens invading New York. Or, at the very least, things that go bump in the night.

"No," is the answer she gives though, her lips quirking into a crooked smile. "I'm not a hunter. I don't think I could pull off the camouflage." She prefers other methods of blending in unseen. "There are werewolves where you come from? Really?" She sounds more curious than skeptical, her expression interested as she asks after that point.

She gives his apology an understanding smile, faint and fleeting. "No need to apologize when you're in the same boat I am. You had as much choice in it as I did, it seems."