"I'd rather you called me sooner and not later, all things considered," Kara said, a bit sniffily. She liked Matt. But she didn't exactly approve of his after hours hobby. He was only human, after all, regardless of what edge his senses gave him in a fight. He was human and susceptible to broken bones, burst blood vessels, torn ligaments, disembowelment...she would have much preferred he left such activities to the less vulnerable, but she knew better than to argue the point with him. Some men had to fight. Matt was one of them.
"And I don't know how you'll react," she said honestly. "I've never told anyone before. The one person who did know about my situation seemed intent on killing me for it. Why he took pity I'll never know." She gave him a searching look that she wasn't certain if he could see in the dim interior of the restaurant and decided no time like the present. "I'm not...human...you see."