For a minute he was really impressed by her, and then he was a little hopeful, but finally he bottled everything and went back to his unaffected state. If only the whole world could just accept that there might be more out there, maybe people like he and Roman could be themselves out in the open. They could find better ways to manage their conditions than just hiding them and hoping for the best. He shrugged and replied simply "I guess you're right. Crazy to think about." Crazy to think that she was telling a werewolf that there might be more to the world than just regular people. He definitely didn't judge.
He felt for her wanting to go home. Truth be told he wasn't too eager to go home himself, this was just like another trip on his ever winding journey through life. He wasn't any more upset about it than he had been to be uprooted back home and made to move and that happened so frequently. Only difference is now he didn't have his mom or his cat, which was pretty lame. "something" he echoed with a smirk. He wasn't going to press but it was obvious that her purposefully vague comment drew some attention.
"No not Army, far from it. Actually my family are gypsies." normally when they went places people just knew. They knew and they judged harsh and accordingly. He and his mom may be shoplifters but that's the worst they ever were. Yet it seemed no matter where they went every single crime ever committed shined suspicion down on them. People do love a good scapegoat and they probably took it personally that the Rumancek's never joined the PTA or Neighborhood watch. He pulled his bundle of cigarettes and matches from his vest pocket and pulled one out "Do you smoke?"