[ Of course he saw what happened, but does it make this little predicament make some sense? That's the real goddamn question of the day. Actually, scratch that. The real question is: who the hell are these girls? He finds it a little difficult to believe that the gingernut, alone, is the entirety of Beacon Hills' brigade in blue.

Especially dressed like that. ]

You know, it was the damnedest thing. She, uh. She slipped? and fell on a pair of safety scissors — look at her. You tell me.

[ It was a good suit. Now stained with the blood of some innocent girl who didn't deserve whatever the hell this was that happened to her. A wolf. A goddamn wolf. It's about as likely as a lightning strike and twice as goddamn baffling. He winces as he wipes the back of his wrist across his forehead.

Seth raises both his palms now, both hands stained red with that girl's life. It's useless. He starts up from his knees, standing to his full height. ]

It was a goddamn wolf. Size of a friggin' bear. It came in, took a piss, grabbed some jerky, and — oh, right. Killed an innocent girl for shits and giggles.

[ He grabs a towel off of a nearby dollar rack, turning the white rag into a shade of pink. She won't miss it. ]

You call the cops?