Satoe made herself comfortable on the bed. More cops arrived to clean up the mess of the dead werewolf. Satoe looked at the old cop, "lucky that the wolf did not kill you..." Satoe said as she checked on her wounds. "I'm lucky that I survived too. Very deep wounds, many stitches. What's your name old man?" Satoe laid back, closed her eyes and relaxed. There was nothing more she could do. If the police looked through their files, they probably could get her for murder as she terminated various targets who are supernatural in nature.