[ She instantly frowns at that. Lick. Literally?? What? Anyway, she listens, unable to stop a tiny nod when he points out which part eludes him. Uncertainty flashes through her eyes, unclear if all he's saying holds true to what he feels or if he's just entertaining her. Certainly a guy she just met doesn't really care about who all she actually is.

He ends with that, and her lips press tight together, one firm nod. ] Thanks. If it helps, I don't know why I'm one, or what it means, or...anything really, at all. Mostly just that I can shift into a coyote. [ And that she doesn't always act very human at all, but maybe Damon just thinks she's an awkward teenager. ]

When you find out more about that -- [ she nods at him, a jerk of her chin, emphasizing his entire form ] who you are, maybe you can tell me. Over a sandwich. [ She's not one to linger when a conversation has run its course, and after dropping that info bomb and knowing Damon hasn't got much else to say in the way of answers? It's a heavy time to go, sure, but maybe that house is calling her back. Someone else could've 'gone home' there, too. ]