It was driving Clint nuts a bit to not remember the girl but he knew he had seen her around Everett before the vampire fiasco. Or hell, maybe he was just finally losing his mind. He didn't care though. "Good. Enough innocent blood gets shed here already," he said. While he did feed on the humans in the farms, it was never enough to kill and he did his best to be gentle about it. A rare thing it seemed in the town but he would be imprisoned or killed if he didn't play along and keep up appearances.
Finishing the vodka, he let the bottle fall to the ground and watched it shatter. "It's my day off," he said in reply to her question. "I'd rather wallow in my humanity than take in someone doing the right thing."