To his credit, he quickly caught on and purposefully turned his back. He'd been reamed enough times by the women in his pack...and the pard...he could go on. Not to mention that he didn't especially like when someone watched him shift. However, when he heard the zipper on the bag after none of the telltale sounds of a shift, he was back to concern over what he was dealing with.

He didn't know what he had been expecting, but when he heard the soft, feminine voice, he glanced over his shoulder and couldn't help but stare for a long moment.

She clearly needed a good meal, and for some reason even shifting wasn't healing her bloodied hands, but...she was gorgeous.

"Uh...you're...welcome...?"

He still was staring, mouth agape as he tried to formulate thought.
Are you ok?
What's your name?
Where are you from?
Do you have a boyfriend?

"I...do you need a hand? Um, to the car? I didn't have spare shoes, sorry..." he stammered on helplessly, still unable to really stop looking at her.