"I've been killing Lycans for over six hundred years." she snapped rather matter-of-factly. "So no, it's not being hard on myself." Selene didn't really want to talk, and she certainly didn't want to talk about herself. Who knew just what kind of mindset dwelling on all that deception and misery might put her in. She wanted, needed, to hunt and feed. And hadn't he wanted time to himself, to likely grieve? It would likely take the vampire awhile to get used to the Doctor, though at the current moment she was torn between being his constant questions or grin being most infuriating.
She scowled at his talk of calling werewolves 'brilliant'. Despite Michael, and now Remus, it would take her quite some time to shake the notions set in her head that they were anything more than animals. Particularly since that was what she commonly saw them as. "They may not be as mindless but they are still beasts." Beasts that once protected and looked after her kind. There was a reason it had been practically vampire law not to allow digging in the past after Lucian and Viktor's war began.