She had said nothing about his comment about murderers,rapists, and kidnappers. She couldn't bring herself to, because although it sounded like a sweet compliment...the thought that humans with such evil was allowed in, when she was not, hurt her and, like the hunter, she briefly entertained second thoughts...but her seconds thoughts were more about her beliefs than it was about general justice. 

As he shook her hand and gave her his name, she also noticed the blood and dust on him. One spare sniff was all that it took to tell her that it was not his. The look on his face told her who's it WAS.

He explained himself, but she only listened half curiously as she looked down at her hand. It would have to be cleaned. Sighing, she pulled a packet of wet towelettes out of her purse and tossed it to him. 

"You are looking for a reaction, aren't you?" she said pulling out a packet for herself and glancing up at him as she opened it. "But I'm not attached to my kind as you are to yours. Neither do I have a lover to worry about. So go ahead and kill them, after all, fighting for survival is what all of God's creatures are programmed to do. There are very few exceptions."

She pulled out the towelette and began wiping off her hands. Subsequently, this washed off the sunblock and she hissed lightly as the sun stung at her flesh. Quickly, she turned her back to the light and reapplied her protective layer.