You must write that as a comedy.

I can sort of picture her just casually going about her business while this maelstrom of drama whirls around her. For some reason I picture her sitting sideways on a off-white couch, reading and chewing bubblegum. She pops a bubble just as a werewolf gets thrown through a wall. She looks up, then turns the page on her book and goes back to reading.

Dammit, now *I* want to write it.