[Anna had known a lot of different kinds of vampires over the centuries. She had liked some of them, despised of them, feared some of them, but there had only been two that she had ever actually loved. Katherine, her maker, who'd betrayed her and her mother. That love had died long ago. And then there was her mother, who was now dead -- permanently dead. Unless somehow she managed to end up in this place too. That love would never really die. It was just intense and painful. Bittersweet.]
[But Zatanna's answer once more catches her off guard. Not only is she teasing, but she doesn't sound scared. So either she knew vampires from home, or she'd learned about them here and hadn't had a terrible experience.]
I've led a very interesting life? [This time her voice is a little lighter than it had been.]