Truth, Changes, Everything

Irina looked at him like he was insane or had tentacles on his head. And strange, it was almost the case but she was sure the part of brain who gave them logic was broken or something like that.
She took a deep breath before she looked at him once again.
This will be hard to explain.

"I came to London just a few months ago, three perhaps. I lived in Ukraine and I know nothing about people here but" she paused and frowned for a second while thinking about everything she heard about werewolves here.
"I heard here is Fenrir Greyback, that bad werewolf with his pack and to be honest, I was afraid to ask anything anyone because he might hear about that and I really didn't want to have to deal with him and his pack. That is why I came here."

She shrugged and then looked at her wounded leg again.
"And if I went to the hospital... Well, you probably know werewolves still doesn't have the best opportunity to find the job blah blah blah, I didn't want to risk. So I would rather beg you to help me and in the end, if that doesn't succeed, die, rather than telling to others what I am now" she said honestly.