"And you," Merci mused, "You're...probably one of the oldest living beings I've met. And you're actually alive!" She flashed on partial memories of ancient undead and realized that he wasn't a vampire's human servant either. And why not? If there were vampires, weres, faeries, witches, demons...why not aliens?
"Maybe you studied our world. Our culture," she suggested, still thinking out loud. "Watching us grow up. But you know...there are an awful lot of beautiful, dark haired, young women around here. How do we know which one was Tom's?"