[Ah, the battle to see which one can be more perceptive and figure out the other person in less amount of time. Juno probably would've found the juxtaposition of career choices to be ironic if he actually knew more about Yang.

...But her question strikes him off balance, and he blinks, his fur puffing up in discomfort ever so slightly.]

What? No, what the hell? I'm a goddamn wereraccoon. I don't normally look like this, just--

[He stops himself, a slightly frustrated expression on his face. He can only guess what exactly she'll "work with", here.]

Whatever, what the hell did you call me over for, anyways?