Party's hackles are easily raised and that's not something that just comes from being a werewolf, either. His shoulders are tense as he steps closer, hands on his hips.

"You're the one walkin' around like you're better than everyone else. Not my fuckin' fault I didn't see you down there."

He slings his bag a little higher on his shoulder, cans clinking. "What're you doin' around here, anyway?"