"In case we turn out to be the enemy, right?" She shoves her hands into the pockets of his jacket, absently wriggling her fingers to see if anything's inside them as she starts walking back towards town, where her clothes are. She doesn't sound offended, or even surprised. It's not like the thought hasn't occurred to her about them, after all. Not because they're werewolves or anything, but because they're strangers.

Maya tosses a grin back at him. Pretend you're not naked, pretend you're not naked. "Bullshit. That was the first time I've ever seen you smile. Thinking you're funny when you're being a jerk doesn't count."