Depends on the werewolf, where I'm from. Or rather, werewolves -- if he doesn't call or email or send a freaking carrier pigeon after I get home again, I'm hunting him down to yell at him. I lose too many friends to death to let the others ghost me the regular way. 

[The Stacia belonging to the memory finally stops coughing and flips off Bulletproof, who gets another chuckle out of that. He pours them both second shots and gives her round two of the tutorial. Present day Stacia watches Dan out of the corner of her eye.]

He was one of the first people I saw when I woke up after my First Change. Granted, he was a strange man standing over me in the woods in the middle of the night, so I screamed my damn head off. But I'm a hard girl to shake once I get attached.

[Stacia isn't even sure if she's trying to say something subtextual or not. One of them will figure it out eventually, she supposes.]