Lusamine stiffens, eyes shut, as the stranger shakes himself off—directly onto her. Try as she might not to react noticeably, she does subconsciously bare her fangs for a moment in distaste.

"... Thank you," she manages to reply primly. She could have done without that little display (and she shudders to imagine the places those claws of his have been), but he's agreed to help her, and good behavior ought to be rewarded—so she places her paw in his. "You may call me Lusamine."

And certainly not 'babe', is the unsaid.

"And you are...?"