Oh, [Elena says with a small nod. (God, she has to stop moving her neck. She makes a mental note that probably is not going to stick in the face of reflexive movements like that.) At the very least, there's no signs of prejudice or superiority because Elena doesn't feel any. Undead makes a lot of sense given the color of his eyes and skin, but that's about as far as her thinking goes because she doesn't need to be told he's a person to know he is.]

[If he was a monster, he wouldn't have brought her here.]

We don't have any undead like you where I'm from just vampires and werewolves. But I'm sure you'd fit in about as well as everyone else. [Which is to say with incredibly mixed success and failure. The humans would no doubt freak out if they knew, but the other supernatural creatures probably wouldn't mind as much. Well. Maybe not all of the witches would find it as kosher what with the whole balance of life thing, but supernatural politics are enough to make Elena's head spin, so she just leaves it where it is.] Mystic Falls has a little bit of everything.