"Errr," began Daphne. Her button nose scrunched up instinctively at the man's intrusion. His accent wasn't winning him any points in his favor from Daphne either. Bringing up her hands, as if to keep a shield between herself and the intruding whoever, Daphne wiggled her fingers. "No. Non. Non Loup. Sorry."

Wolf? Ew. "Should I be worried?"

Should she be running for her life right about now?


Not that Daphne Hoptons ran for their lives, you know, that was so classless.