Derek follows Reid into the apartment and can't even spare a smile for the dumb sweaters on the cats, as plagued with panic as he is. He frowns thoughtfully at Reid's question about Barry, wondering just how much he should say, when he's distracted by another bombshell. "Magnus too? Jesus. So they're taking supers."

But Reid does make a good point. There's definitely something of a pattern here, and Derek winces slightly when Reid asks him if he knows of anyone else that's been taken. He doesn't, and he feels the urge to shift and run out the door to check on the rest of his pack, but he forces himself to stay put. If it is supers that are being taken, most of his pack will be safe. Most of them are human.

"Uh, no. I've been a little distracted, I guess," Derek admits, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck. He's been wrapped up in his new relationship, and hasn't been paying as much attention to what's going on around him. He feels the familiar swarm of guilt wrap around his insides, like he could have prevented this somehow.

"So, supers are being taken," Derek says out loud. That means he could also potentially be a target, but that doesn't matter to him right now. They can come for him all they want. "My first instinct is to say that it's the city's doing. Or something the city brought here. It has to be someone or something incredibly powerful to have taken Luke and Barry. And Magnus, for fuck's sake."