Nick nearly jumped out of his fur. A towering bipedal grey wolf was addressing him in an Irish accent with the Queen's English. Even if he could talk he was still too shocked to remember the question.
"I say, don't you find my choice suitable. Mighty clever considering all the lesser animals I could have accidentally chosen in that brilliant machine". The wolf says in a feminine, and somewhat condescending voice. She moves a pair of red tinted snow mobiling glasses down her muzzle to further excentuate her looking down. "Now be so kind as to tell me your name and what exactly the professor was having you do."
Nick heard her, but was more concerned with the wolf's size than its question. She had obviously been one of the professors test subjects either by accident or design, figured out how to talk, and been around long enough to alter an old robe to perfectly fit her nubile body. Wait, a wolf woman is looking hot? Maybe Nick wan't as instinct free as he thought. Being reminded of his own clothing situation Nick pulled up the couch cushion he wasn't sitting on and quickly covered his anthro-foxhood.
"Glad to see you have some decency about you; you may borrow some sweat pants if you don't soil them. Now little fox, can you talk or will you have to answer me with a legder?"
Wolf girl's snooty attitude was getting annoying, but Nick knew trying to outrun or fight something two feet taller and twice his weight was suicide. Besides, if she was as smart as she was setting herself up to be she might know were a town was, or even how to become human again.