Now he seemed to be taking it all well in stride. So he must have vampires and werewolves wherever he came from too. That was a sad thing. Abby began to wonder if there would be inter-plane travel soon, or inter-planetary. Whichever it was that this place was pulling from. Sooner or later the hybrids would be knocked down to a few, and the hunting would go down. She'd be out of things to do. So if there was a way to keep hunting, Abby was all for it.
Canting her head to the side she smiled, "So apparently we're both crazy or you've seen or heard about your fair share of them too." She then shook her head, "Or you think I'm crazy and you're just being nice about it." She lifted a shoulder, not really caring if he thought her crazy or not. After all this place was big, what were the chances of him running into her again, unless they wanted to track each other down?
Noticing his shifty movement she knew. He thought her crazy. Rolling her eyes she sighed. "It is a dangerous job, and I'm not crazy. They're real. Hannibal has bite marks from a vamp and I can march down to one of their rooms right now and try to show you a pair of fangs that'll get your undies in a nice tight wad." She took a more defensive stance automatically with her words. Her head held high and her eyes flashing. Oh she'd show him, she wasn't crazy.
Well, she wasn't lying and she sure as hell didn't imagine all the beasties she had killed and about been killed by. It was then he talked again and smiled. He didn't have fang. Everything was peachy on that front. She sighed and ran a hand over her hair. "Sorry, just used to jumping to the defense 'cause I'm hardly believed." She waved a hand for him to follow, leading the way to the kitchen. She kept her back up, ready to whirl around and get at him if she thought he might go for an attack.
"So where are you from?" She raised a brow as she looked over her shoulder at him. Forgetting for a moment why Hannibal himself liked to walk behind her. Her pants left little to the imaginings of a male. Not that this one would ever think like Hannibal, then again he did seem really young. And the teenagers were all about hormones and the like. "I'm just guessing you're English or something right? One of those countries to the blessed right of us on the big map." She smiled over at him.