[Beat's hackles raising and his overall affect becoming less familiar and more on edge is to be expected. Really, he's never expected any sort of kindness from Beat - they've spoken all of, what, twice? Three times, maybe?

Beat saying his name like that immediately erases any comfort he'd gained from that reaction, though. It isn't that he's saying his actual name that gets him. It's the rest.

Not just Josh. A Josh.

Peninsula can wait. Event can wait. Those explanations will come. It's effortless to dip into Beat's mind even from this distance, as easy as sliding on a comfy pair of slippers. And what he finds... well. This isn't just Beat from back home, is it? This is Beat, but he's been through... a lot.

Which is obvious, considering he's. Well. A werewolf.

The body language might be a bit less openly friendly, but Joshua has no doubt that he can defend himself if needed. He slips off the edge of the rooftop as though the ground is only a foot away, floating easily down until his feet gently touch the ground.]

As far as I know, this isn't a peninsula. But, it seems you're quite far from home, aren't you? Both primary and otherwise.

[Despite his confidence, he's maintaining a comfortable distance. Boy howdy, Beat is big, goodness.]

A little strange to hear you say that - a Joshua - but... I suppose you know things that you normally wouldn't, hm?