"Britain," Ruby repeats, and then she's grinding to a halt, which works pretty well considering Hermione is telling her to sit, and she's inclined to agree. Her thought process is fairly visible, given that it is basically wait. wait wait. wait. what. wait. on a loop for about half a minute before she looks to Hermione. "Britain as in... England and Scotland and..."

She hardly can get that out, before she's cutting herself off. "But that's in the world world without magic." And no matter what else has happened, Red is very certain that is not where they are, now. "What about, um. Misthaven? Nottingham? The Enchanted Forest? Do those names mean anything to you?"

Because it looks like this just got a whole lot more complicated. She's pulling off her cloak as she speaks, and has to unlace her bodice and slowly loosen it a little so she can ease her shirt up and off her shoulders. "I did not miss how inconvenient this thing is," Red mutters as she tries to expose her back to make this easier, without just taking everything off. It is still cold, after all.

"They're probably trying to fight the transformation. You have to, um." God, it's so weird to hear about werewolves from someone who isn't one. "You have to embrace it. The moment you try to reject the wolf is the moment it takes over."