[ He gives her a smile in thanks for the water, taking a drinking from it as he listens. It's fascinating, hearing about the world she comes from that sounds so much like his own.

There are marked differences, of course - the fact she seems to work in some official capacity, and the part about 'peaceful tribes'. He's not sure if trolls are walking around where he comes from, but he wouldn't be that surprised. ]

Mostly, people don't know about vampires, werewolves, or any of that back home. They prefer keeping them to stories, and there are all kinds of excuses people tell themselves to avoid the truth. [ It never ceases to be amazing, really, the length people will go to in order to deny the truth right in front of their face. ] It's hard to keep it quiet, especially when we're hunting, but so far we've been lucky.

[ If nobody counts the times they've been arrested, had a federal agent hounding their ass, the near death experiences and the actual death experiences. He's here and breathing, he considers that pretty damn lucky. ]

What are you able to sense, exactly? Just that there's something off, or are you able to pinpoint what someone is at first glance?