"A jacket probably would be a good idea, thank you," Stacia agrees, casting a glance down at her popped seams. It could be worse, at least her clothes are holding together enough that they're not falling off entirely. Still, she's not dressed for polite society in the era this seems to be.

"I'm Benedict, incidentally," the wolf says to the fox. "Pleasure to meet you." He pauses, cocking his head thoughtfully. "Outside, I suppose."