Bill took a moment to look at the young girl very carefully. She had a certain amount of intrigue about her. And the bright bi-chromatic hue of her hair took on a strange shade in the moonlight. Not a bad strange. Just, different. He'd never seen pink hair in Bon Temps. People back there might have thought that uppity or instigating. But Bill liked it. It made her stand out from her contemporaries.
And though he would not ignore that there was something unsettling about all of this, and about her, Bill's composure was considerably calm. Perhaps as a result of the unconscious sounds he was hearing from the field where the psychiatric hospital once stood.
"I have purchased a house not far from here, near Roth Cemetery. As for being from somewhere else, I am from Louisiana. Bon Temps, to be exact."
He paused.
"If you were hoping for a response more rooted in the supernatural, I am sorry."