[Law steps inside before he says anything else, removing his hat to reveal an equally sopping head of messy black hair, because shockingly, furry hats aren't the least bit waterproof. Settling his sword down to lean against the wall by the door, he makes a gesture with the freed up hand, and a hazy, almost imperceptible barrier expands out from it, extending past the room into the rainy outdoors. With another flourish, his hat and hair are completely dry, his hair looking even more unkempt now that it isn't weighed down with water. Not that it matters, since he's then immediately putting his hat back on. The rest of him is still dripping water all over the floor, though.]

I'm not her friend.
[He probably waited until he was inside to make this clarification for good reason, since it gives him a much shakier justification for being here, doesn't it.]

I was speaking with her about what the exact properties of her body are that make her different from humans. She said you would know more.
[You know, like the sorts of things normal people wonder about.]