"Depends," she sallies in response. "You a dog that turns into a human or a human that turns into a dog? One'd make it weirder than the other."

Saturday doesn't recall seeing or hearing about this guy before. Maybe he's really new - presumably the Stuff doesn't kidnap on a schedule. She casts an assessing eye over him, noting his gaunt face and tired eyes.

"You look like shit," she says bluntly. "Jorg work you over like that?"