Her calm also adds a certain amount of levity to an otherwise jarring situation. He instinctively draws in a deep breath through his nose, trying to secretly smell her and see if she smells like wolf, vamp or other, but that sense is gone too. Everything, all the positives, all the things that could alert him to danger back home, has been stripped away from him. He feels raw and not at all like himself.

"Probably not." He says with a slight shake of his head. If she offered to pinch him, that means it probably wouldn't work to shake him out of this if it's a nightmare.

Alcide realizes he's still holding onto her hand, his large one making her small hand disappear in his, long after the expiration date of any decent handshake. Is he still overly warm? Probably not. He thinks he can feel a slight chill, as a matter of fact. Alcide has never been cold so he can't be sure, not really.

He smirks and makes himself let go. "Sorry. I'm not thinkin' straight. So what do you think of this place?"