"For a grungy biker boy, you sound awfully sure of yourself," Roxie replied. Granted, Joe had said something about Tommy becoming...something...but he hadn't really elaborated, and at the moment, Roxie disliked the fact that she hadn't thought to ask what that might have been.

"I don't judge people based on where they come from," Roxie added. "That's not the sort of woman I am. I'm just judging you on the fact that you disappeared, and your disappearance hurt someone who I ca - someone who I've known for a good deal of time." The elevators dinged open and Roxie strode out, walking towards the bar and restaurant. "Sundown is around six." Pause. "Why?" She whirled around. "You're not a werewolf, are you?" Gods help her, because she didn't have any silver on her.