She chuckles softly and pulls out the other things she needs and checks to see what sort of oven she's dealing with.

She blinks and looks up, even without the compulstion one of her gifts gives her sometimes she feels being close to the truth is always best. If she has to talk. She blinks a bit owlishly though.

"Oh ah. Well.. he's the closest thing I have to a brother now a days. " She murmurs softly and sincerely. A brother of the heart however. In that they sort of adopted each other. The Baker Street gang has always been a sort of found family.

Her wolf, thought of him as pack for ages now and pack he would forever be.