Kevin was in luck because Freya happened to be working. She didn't look very happy but she was seated behind the counter with a wolf and a dog milling around her. Neither were hers but she ended up watching them whenever she was at work and Rocky or Thor were off doing something relevant to work. Despite having strength on her side she refused to help with the heavy lifting. Let the were-dork and clumsy Norse god handle it.

When Kevin walked in she was reading a comic that was positioned in her lap and tossing a D20 in the air. It was a very therapeutic exercise for her.

"Let me know if you have any questions." She'd heard the bell to the store but didn't feel the need to look up. She didn't know Kevin and while she smelled that he was a werewolf and an unclaimed male she didn't realize that he was from the same world as her. She'd met so many werewolves that it was hard to tell.