Gwen had rushed to her apartment as soon she saw your features poke through your fading fur.

Ridding of her suit, she climbs into her window, hurriedly setting you onto her bed. Your breath was steady and so was your pulse, you only seemed temporarily unconscious, but that doesn't ease her confusion. You? That werewolf looking thing that just rampaged through the city?

It didn't add up to her. She quickly prepares a glass of water, sitting next to you, practically bursting with bewilderment.