"I suppose it would be a safe assumption that we're all already properly disturbed," she replied dryly.

With one finger, she tipped back the brim of her fedora, giving the boy a closer examination. American, no question. Probably not overly wealthy, judging by his clothing. And not Kindred, of course. No predator's taint. And she was quite sure he hadn't been participating in the fun and games that came with trying to organize this exotic collection of individuals.

Either an outsider or else hiding.