If she had to guess, Ronan either had some experience with 'supernatural' nonsense, or being dragged into another reality had opened his mind to all the possibilities ever. She wasn't entirely sure which yet.

Stacia glanced around the elevator briefly, then raised her eyebrows. "Do you want to be stuck in here with an eight foot tall wolf-monster? Because you strike me as the kind of guy who values his personal space."

Right now, Jorgmund only knew about two forms: Homid and Crinos, the two most reflexive to her. Stacia wasn't going to give them more without good reason.