Werewolf territory. Alice would have never guessed that werewolves lived there. It was fitting, now that she thought about it, with the word "lunacy" and people like her staying in that assisted housing. She stares at him for nearly a minute before she takes a breath and decides to fish more.

"You know about them," That was good, he wasn't going to judge her off the bat for being a witch. Alice wouldn't say it out loud, she eagerly turned to her bag, pulling out an old book, a basic book of anointed witchcraft before she slides it back in. She wanted to be discreet as possible saying that she was a witch.

"The last people that knew that about me thought of me as insane." Institutionalized, but she wouldn't get into details. "I want to find more of them and stop them from hurting others. Werewolves are good, aren't they? They don't get along with vampires."

Hell, if they were natural enemy of vampires, Alice would be very happy.