Carolina can't help but bristle at the sight of the gigantic werewolf. It's reflexive. But considering that Carolina's been carrying a tire iron she "borrowed" from the motor pool around all day, she's not really flinching from the violence.

"...Stacia?" she guesses, recovering her poise pretty quickly.

There's another werewolf around apparently, but "friendly" is not a word that seems particularly apt in Kenzie's case.