"I don't see why not!" she says crossly, less out of an actual belief that wolves that turn into humans are everyday - she has no idea - and more because she's got to preserve a position of strength around strangers. Still, she catches the jacket he hucks at her and gets it on, a little mollified. "Thanks."

Daine is five foot six in her bare feet so she's swimming in the coat. The hem may drag on the ground. Nothing about the wolf is reflected in her human form. Not the eye or hair color, not any shape or mass similarities or that degree of lupine intensity, now that she's gotten out of the wolf mindset.

"Are you lost, then? Cursed odd place to be," she informs him.