Christine sat back and listened to the situation, stoic despite the tale unfolding before her. She kept out of the way, still in her lab clothes. She felt out of place, a civilian amongst military personnel. I guess technically she was military now, but she'd never seen any combat. They taught her how to shoot a gun and called her a combat medic. She was a doctor, a damn good one, but she'd never had to do work where there was personal danger. When VALKYRIE had arrested her, it was jail or this, and jail was looking not so bad. Christine stepped forward, knowing the other members barely by name. "I don't mean to be out of place, but are we sure these people are... what we think they are?" Theoretically she'd likely met a werewolf in her previous occupation but the thought of it was still absurd to her. She knew rudimentry facts about the occult, but it wasn't real yet, she'd never met anything stranger than the pale "vampires" she had been caught selling blood too.