"Mmm. Well. People are sometimes right to be worried. After all, if we're not contained during our shifting, the body count can be very high." He sighed, looking back to her. "And there are always those of us who are fine with that." He reached up, a quick touch to the scars on his face before shaking his head.

The question, though, makes him tense up, teeth grinding a bit before he gets the reaction under control. "There's...someone else here from my world. A man who is meant to be in prison for betraying our friends to...basically, wizard Hitler." That would probably take more explanation. "Anyway, his actions have meant that a toddler has been left an orphan, another friend of ours sacrificed his life to try to stop him and a fair number of Muggles died as well." His jaw tightened enough that a muscle jumped. "I am...very, very surprised to see him here. And concerned."