She graciously accepted the food he offered and pondered his words. He was different from her. The words he used made that clear. For it seemed that rushing her to a hospital hadn't ever crossed his mind. He was strange - unique. And she wanted to know more about who this strange man was.

"You're an excellent cook," she complimented him. She shrugged about how to ask her question and somehow she managed to form her thoughts into words. "What do you mean by 'your kind'?"

The words made her think of herself. Could she consider herself normal? Or human? But the words also made her think of the thing that had attacked her. Another shiver ran through her at the memory of the claws in her skin.