"I was just curious. That's fine," he assured her. "I can't work them either, or explain them." He nudged her arm. "Cheer up, emo kid." He realized his reference would be lost on her, but continued. "We all got our groove. Yours is machines."
His eyes widened slighly. Bomb tossing LA, that had to be healhy. "Well, that's all that matters really." He nodded. "Yeah. Where I come from, they're not such needy little demonic bloodsuckers." They didn't do the bumpy forehead and fangs thing either. It was a surprise, considering he'd thought there was only one type of vamp.
"Damn straight," he replied, smacking his palm lightly against the hood of the Jeep. "Sometimes dangerous, sometimes not. Depends on what you were blessed or cursed with that makes you so different."