Scott swung gracefully through the open window, landing in a crouch on the floor and then straightening, the long, dangerous claws retracting from his hands and feet, turning back into human fingernails. "No," he admitted softly. "But I'm here, anyway." He gave her a crooked smile that made him look more like he usually did than he had since appearing at her window. "You left your scarf at my place," he added, holding his arms out to her.