It didn't take Derek very long to feel the same frustration with this place that Alcide is probably feeling. A few hours in after he'd accepted the glitches to be memories, and he was already practically crawling out of his own skin with anger that he'd lost the wolf. Derek had been born that way; it's all he remembers. It's who he is. Derek's long lost himself and he lets the wolf inside define him, so not having it has had Derek muddling through something of an existential crisis he's been keeping to himself.

"You think?" he asks. Derek can't recall feeling any different, but then maybe that's because he doesn't realize just how closed off and cold he can sometimes be perceived to be. "...that explains the dancing," he realizes, though, giving a facial shrug and a little nod. "And the groping." Katniss first, several clients at his troubleshooting station as the afterthought.

The problem is that Derek is still largely feeling pretty good. He's just had another cup of coffee before coming into the room and that frustration he usually feels has drained away. Alcide's upset isn't lost on him, but he can't relate to it right now. "Easy, chief. Those cameras have microphones you know. I'd prefer not going through an interrogation because you got carted off, you know? Take a breath. I know it sucks, but there's not a whole lot we can do until we have more information and a few more Specials get more clearance than we've got right now. I'm not very good at patience, either, but we kinda don't have a choice, man."