"Probably because the scientists in the black hats figured it out before the scientists in the white hats did," she replies with a wry smile that's really half grimace. Of course, the white hats use phrases like insufficient testing and unknown side-effects to excuse their collective shilly-shallying, but it's no surprise that they don't have volunteers lined up around the block. Weres aren't legislated against as comprehensively as vampires are, but being a known were is still Not A Good Thing. "Any sane were is going to just talk to a guy who knows a guy, not turn themselves in to SOF and volunteer as a test subject."

And any insane were is going to end up with SOF sooner or later, anyway. And quite possibly become a test subject whether they volunteer or not.

She doesn't really want to talk about her dubious abilities, in part because the only arguably impressive stuff she can do involves vampires, and she definitely doesn't want to talk about vampires. She sort of feels like she owes him, though, given that she's already blurted his big secret. And hey, this is a dream. Does it really matter what she tells him?

"Transmuter is the more polite term. It just means I can change little things into other little things, like - like a flower into a feather. Or a red stone into a blue one." Or a jackknife into a shackle key.