"You in particular or your kind in general?" Lenore asks, since those are vastly different levels of 'everyone' wanting one dead. Her tone is light as she asks it, almost frivolous. Oh, just hated by all the world? Is that all?

"I am certainly glad to hear that this place is tolerant. It's been quite some time since I was obligated to obey human laws. And yet, the ... welcoming party was quite persuasive." Her fingertips drift across the tattoo on her neck. That certainly wasn't welcome, and she'd been unconscious at the time. It was enough to make her feel quite helpless.