James is doing what he usually does when he's standing still - checking his phone. He's distracted and too busy to even realize that he's just at the edge of the curb waiting for the light to change when -

It happens too quickly for him to even register what's happened - even with werewolf reflexes, at best his fingernails are replaced with sharp, stabbing claws in a delayed effort to move himself out of the way. He looks at the girl as if she's just slapped him - and then past her toward the mangled pieces of taxi that would have clipped his head clean off his shoulders.

He's understandably speechless.