When he drops to his knees just inside her room, she shoves the door closed and moves to crouch beside him in concern. When he tugs the collar of his shirt away from his skin, she sees the cause immediately, her eyes narrowing in on the tech he's now sporting.

Apparently she wasn't the only one to make interesting werewolf discoveries this week.

"Shit," she cursed softly, leaning in to peer at it for a moment, taking in all the details and hell, the tech was all too familiar to her. She knew what this was. All too well. "Sit tight, Scott. I'll get this off you," she reassured him, being careful not to touch, because she still had her Stingers on and she didn't want to make this worse.

Getting up, she crossed over to the nightstand beside her bed, taking a moment to slip the weapons off her wrist, placing them in the drawer and coming back up with a small toolkit, filled with tiny, delicate tools. They were the same ones she used for maintaining her own weaponry, needed to work on the more intricate workings her arsenal sometimes required.

Coming back to him, she opened it up as she crouched down next to him, taking out what she needed. "Just hold still for me, alright? I'll try not to shock you in the process, but you holding as still as you can will help. This should only take me a moment."