"Aye, exploring can be good for ye. And when ye are as old as us, it's best to stretch the legs. See new things and not be surrounded in the same depression that has been around for years. Always changing a face, never changing a mood." Duncan wasn't sure just how much exploring that Conor had managed to accomplish yet, but he was a bit surprised to see him here. Perhaps a little proud in an odd way.
His eyes moved down to the cat that Conor spoke of, the one that appeared whenever a vampire was around. "Ye have found yourself a familiar then?" He grinned at the sight. He wasn't exactly sure if it was the same for fae as for humans, or if Conor really qualified as a witch, but he had seen similar affections from animals to others. Usually in the protective stance.
"I willna eat the beastie. He has chosen you, he canna be eaten. Not to mention, cats really dinna taste that good." A sly grin moved across his face as he thought better about reaching down to pet the cat. If it showed up in the presence of vampires, he thought it best not to test it's protective nature.
"Danvers, Aye. I dinna know what happened there, I hopped on this ride as it was leaving the America's. Canna say that it has been peaceful though. Are attacks a frequent event around here?" Perhaps it would be in his best interest to grab what he came for and depart with his extra luggage at the next stop.