Maddox shook his head at that. "I don't think we've any werewolves enrolled here. But, as I said, she got embroiled in some debt a long way away from here, and she got killed because of it. Nothing you have to worry about. And mostly... mostly just keep my schedule, clean my office, run errands, things of that nature," he explained, as he made his way into his office. It was dimly lit, though... nice, in its own way. It included a desk, a leather chair, a couch to one side, a chair across from the desk, some cabinets... and it was messy. Food wrappers, cups, a few errant pieces of clothing, things of that nature. It also needed a good vacuuming. "You're not annoying. And you had to've been enrolled here for a reason. I've confidence that you'll learn it in time. Regardless, it's a pleasure to have you here," he said, making his way toward his desk, sitting down on the edge. A meter stick sat almost ceremoniously on his desk beside him, and he iddly pushed it around on the desk.