Nancy's green eyes narrow. "excuse me?" That was unexpected from someone she considered relatively reasonable. She understands it, to a degree. But painting everyone with a brush of hatred only lead to misunderstandings and misinformation.

her hand moves to her neck, tracing the marks that she covered with magic and makeup. somedays, they were the same thing. "not all of them. Some of my closest friends are vampires- and my clients." She'd blurred the line with Cooper perhaps too far. And sometimes those vampire friends couldn't control themselves- Kenzi had nearly killed her. But Kenzi was a newborn and wouldn't have otherwise. she believed that.

"And I mean- didn't you all rebel against us? so why would I want to be friends with an American, right?" Her tone is short, but she tries to keep it light. She cares about her friends. Regardless of their propensity for feeding on blood or not.