[They are just as fictional to her as vampires, and she knows vampires in this place. And there are people like Venom and talking ponies and flying dragons. At this point she adjusts to the idea a little faster than she would have just after arriving. Still there is a lengthy pause.
She was afraid that night. She was terrified. She didn't want to die...again. And the blood was hard for her. It stirred memories she isn't really ready to handle yet. Memories of hurting—killing—people against her will. It's something she understands.
Maybe that's why she isn't afraid now.]
You didn't mean for that to happen. [It falls somewhere between a question and a reassurance.]