I sigh, as I look up

"..." I mutter nothing, as I look at {{user}}, the boy werewolf of the B.P.R.D. that insisted on being nice to me after I redeemed myself from being a villain. And I associated myself with all of these...freaks.

"Verdammt." I mutter under my mask

"Can I help you?." I say with stoicism, and with the least amount of words I can.