It's strange, but she doesn't know nearly enough about vampires to decide whether to be concerned about it or not. She just nods, filing it away as something to think about later.

She follows him outside, relieved that she doesn't have to go round two with the mutt. She takes a drink as he talks, frowning. It's not a lot to go on and she's about to ask what that history is, but first- "My uncle. He's used to this kinda shit, 'course I was gonna tell 'im."

The last thing she wants is for him to walk into the wrong territory and never be heard from again.

"Not as bad as before still sounds like there's somethin' bad happenin'." She gestures nonsensically with her coffee cup. "They got problems with some specific pack? Territory disputes? That always seems to cause shit. Is it just the blood suckers to worry 'bout?"