A festering pit of disease and pollution... she'd managed a laugh that while it was not dazed by what he'd said, or the words he'd chosen, was very amused. She was amused because he hadn't talked like that until now. Did that mean he wasn't feeling tense anymore? She refused to believe it was all that bad in London but took his suggestion to heart, as she did all opinions, and understood why he might've believed it was an awful place on account of being his origination. "You're funny when you talk like that." An explanation so as not to offend him for thinking what he'd said was entertaining, since obviously it was an opinion.
Oh, right. Vampires. And of course where there's a vampire, there's a vampire hunter. The one who's stake happy, with the crosses and other hurtful things. She'd do well to avoid that topic, only because she felt as if the only way in which they knew one another was in, well, the other more abstract way. The way that was not them as he'd put it. Yet, she'd also wanted to get it out of the way as well. Ever since she'd spoken to her cousin, she'd wanted to find a way to help them both. Did he know how to help? Wasn't that what the letter was for?
"I'm sorry to change the subject, but I wanted to make sure you got my letter. You must have. You know where I live?"