[The remark she offers given his pending transformation is a quiet grunt to confirm that his words hadn't fallen on deaf ears— he doesn't owe her any further explanation than that. Any at all, for that matter, but it's another step towards understanding what this place is, what kind of lives the people here live. It's enough, for now.

So, he's a monster— though he doesn't look like any monster she's ever seen, not counting herself. This world apparently has a much larger variety of them to offer than her own.

She shakes her head, one gloved hand curling into a tight fist at her side once more as they walk.]

Not that I've ever heard of. Not enough people left. Towns don't get that big.

[The places that do sprout up where people settle down? In some cases, real shitholes.]

And you can bet your ass that anyone branded a 'monster' would be chased out of most towns with a fucking pitchfork, first change people got.

[Her tone, at least, implies that she doesn't exactly approve of that method.]