Kate released another half-howl of agony, as she accepted defeat. She'd wanted to attack him so badly, but for the life of her, she couldn't remember why. ... Oh, right. There was a lint roller involved, and it had been pointed right at her. But why had she been so angry at him before the whole lint roller incident?

... Yum, POP ROCKS!

Kate's attention span was either flatlining, or she was doing some sort of weird transition that was extremely confusing to understand. All she knew, though, was that she loved the taste of Pop Rocks, and she suddenly didn't care how angry she was at certain people. As a matter of fact, she really didn't feel that angry at all. She felt...normal.

Kate finished off the Pop Rocks that had been offered to her and looked at Flamsteed. "I'm me again. Thanks," she said with a smile. This meant she'd taken a good look at herself and seen skin instead of fur. "All set," she confirmed. She'd stay and chat, but WEREWOLVES. Now...who else needed saving?