They're going to get along well, if this is the case. Alcide already wants out and really doesn't give a shit who he pisses off by voicing that opinion. He also wants his wolf back, and maybe that's a part of the reason he needs to get out and explore his surroundings. He needs to know how they made his wolf, and all the things that being a wolf gives him, dormant. It should be impossible. Although sadly, he also knows that impossible isn't really a thing like people like to think it is.

There are a lot of reasons for that lost look he has. Right now he's just going to claim it's the lack of wolfiness, that hollowed out feeling he has because of it. He pauses when he realizes someone is speaking directly to him, blinking, coming out of that haze. She seems young, he thinks. But then again, at the mandatory meeting, lots of people had seemed young to him.

"As alright as I can be. Tryin' to figure this place out." He says, words clipped at the ends and drawled in a way only Cajun Southerners can do. He then lifts his chin a bit in greeting. "Alcide Herveaux."