Arthur supposed he was, by her definition, a freak. He frowned at the thought. He knew the work he did back home wasn't well known, and wasn't exactly common place. The work he was doing here wasn't exactly legal. But he still wouldn't consider himself a freak.
All the same, he offered a smile. "I rather expect I'm a freak, then, because I'm certainly no local." He had a very biased, and unpleasant, opinion of the locals. No, that wasn't quite fair. The towns people had a right to their fears, but they were going about it all wrong.
Alienating and spreading more fear wasn't going to solve anything. But Arthur realised trying to convince anyone of that was a losing battle. The refugees seemed to understand it pretty well, but the locals, and especially the Madison Valley Counsel did not realise it, and weren't willing to discuss it calmly and with open minds.
It was a shit situation, no matter how one looked at it.