Grace didn't hear an answer to that first question.
It looked like petty punishment. She could picture it now, some sitcom bullshit: THE #1 COMEDY IN AMERICA! A QUIRKY TATTOO ARTIST HAS TO WORK WITH THE TROUBLEMAKING WEREWOLF WHO TURNED HER! And inevitably, like some buddy cop garbage, Dove would learn to forgive the werewolf, and then go on to turn other people and force them into the same fucking cycle.
She recognized how useless this conversation was. It happened with Blair. Happened with Jimmy. These people got brainwashed. Lovebombed. Cult-initiated. Had their lives ruined and then told by the same people who did it that the only way to happiness was to stick with them.
Fuck this shit.
Putting her phone down, she set out to pace the outdoor hall outside her apartment instead of saying all the things she knew wouldn't help.