The flash of blue has him flinching, then turning to look around, wondering if anyone saw. Oh god, new werewolf in town who knew his name and had to talk to him. Where was Scott when he needed him? Like... now.

Swallowing the mouthful of cookie, he brushed his hand off on his pants, holding it out and giving hers a brief shake, as if he was expecting claws to shoot out and puncture him. "Okay, well, you already know my name." Which was weird. Was he in a werewolf newsletter?