Honestly if they should have accused her of being a were anything, it ought to have been a werecat. She's certainly cat-like enough, what with her wandering over to offer things in something like an attempt at communication and then not really communicating at all.

She sits down in the intervening moment of silence, settling her cheek in one hand. A brow cants up at Greg's question. At least she sounds amused so that's a start. "You a particularly wolfish kind of guy or something?"