[Taylor nods, even though it isn't actually something she wants to be on the same page about. She wants to be able to say this will work, for definite. But if Derek wasn't expecting whatever this was then her own limited experience wasn't going to be any better. She looks at the door for a moment, then glances back over at Derek.]

Last full-shifted I dealt with, I could barely control him. Had to... hold on, the whole night.

[She'd never needed to use her pathos like that before. It had totally drained her, left her exhausted for two days afterwards. And it had barely been enough. Mason's wolf had been pure, fierce rage, constantly prowling the lines of her control, looking for any tiny give, slip of concentration. He'd broken through at one point, almost ripped her throat out if Reaper hadn't stepped in, taken the blow himself.

There's an edge of that memory as she looks at Derek, wariness, almost like she's looking for some reassurance. She's left her dogs behind. Left them safe, but it means she's alone.]

I'm gonna see what I can do through the door.

[Her pathos didn't need line of sight. She could hear Josh just fine.]