Her gut twists uncomfortably at 'dangerous.' She doesn't want to think of herself as such, but she was a wolf earlier. That would make her dangerous enough as far as most humans are concerned. And if everyone in here was shut in for being dangerous, maybe whoever put them here doesn't care if they hurt one another.

Her brow furrows at amnesia and quarantine. What is he talking about? Memory illness is easier for her to parse, and she nods. If their illness was catching, the guards wouldn't want to go near them.

"We'd best find a door, then," she decides, padding out into the hallway. "If there's only one guard, we'd outnumber them." She glances both directions, but neither seems more promising than the other. "Which way is the door you already tried?" she asks. Not much point in going that way, whichever it ends up being.