"I won't murder any teenagers. And I won't turn anyone who doesn't want it." 

"Americans don't let people drink until they're twenty-one. Okay you can join the armed forces at eighteen, but... What makes you think teenagers are capable of thinking far enough ahead to make an informed decision about accepting the bite?"

"Not everyone has options, and I'm giving them one. I can help them." 

"Gods, I know that not everyone has options, I know," Jay gives a bitter laugh, "but there's a difference between giving them an option and waving something fantastical in their face that might seem at first glance to be a magical cure-all to everything that's wrong with their lives. And even if you give them warnings, if they don't have other options, they won't think it through properly. They'll cling onto it, because it's better than what they know."

She sighs, suddenly very tired. "But it's a hard call to make if you think you can help and you don't see any other options you can offer them. I didn't actually come here to berate you. Just...make sure you give anyone you're nibbling on the full disclaimer."

"I'll try my best."

"That includes the Argents. They've proven they're going to be hunting properly."

She pauses there, because really, she can't snoop around the house now. So, instead, she makes her way back down the steps. "Weird question. Any idea if there's a swimming pool anywhere?" For later reference, and because local knowledge is always better than maps.

"We have a public pool, and plenty of people have private ones. The school has one, last I checked."

"Cheers. I'm sure I'll see you around. Take care." She pauses as she walks away, turning and raising a finger. "And try not to rile up the Argents? I have neither the energy or the desire to have to marshal a war while keeping the civvies out of it. And yes, I would give the Argents the exact same warning if I didn't expect it would end in them assuming I'm some kind of supernatural myself." Then she turns and starts walking away again.

No response.

Presumably he took it to heart.

Jay pulls out her phone, and calls Tantalus. "Found Hale. Seems pretty amenable to not mauling everyone. Kinda worried about him biting teenagers though."

"You're paranoid," Tantalus said lightly. "But probably not entirely wrong. Not a murderer though?"

"If he was, I'd probably be dead. Think I'm gonna head for a swim. Provided the school's pool is empty. I'm borrowing the car."

"And if I say 'no'?"

"You're not going to,"Jay said confidently. "You're my partner not my keeper. Plus I cheat better than you do in a fight."

Tantalus doesn't argue, and in relatively short order Jay has her kit and is back at the school. She ducks into the pool area hoping to find it empty. Or at least with no-one paying enough attention to her.

The pool area looks empty.

Jay nods to herself and quickly goes to change.

She dives into the pool on her return, and quickly falls into a rhthym. Her turns could do with some work, but she manages them. Once she's settled she occasionally notes her length time, but doesn't seem all that inclined to take many breaks for now.

Someone enters, walking the length of the pool.

"Sorry to interrupt," he says dryly.

Jay ducks under the water, kicking off the wall she'd just come to. Her normally good awareness of her surroundings had been blunted by the sound of herself in the water, and the echo-y atmosphere of the pool. She surfaces, deciding to stay where she now is in the middle of pool rather than risk being in reaching distance. Especially when she didn't have a firm footing.

"Uh, sorry sir?" she offers. When in doubt: apologise, and be polite. "Am I not supposed to be here? No-one else was using it?"

"You're allowed. We usually keep it locked up in between official uses, and I was coming by to do that. You're reasonably good." 

"Sorry," she repeats, striking out for the edge. "I'll get sorted and let you get on with that." She pauses and she hauls herself out of the pool. "I like swimming. Always have. Good exercise and good time to think. Guess I got 'reasonably good' at it over the years." She kind of wishes she'd stayed in the water now.

"Ever thought about doing it competitively? We've got a team here."

"Can't say I'd ever considered it, sir. We've been moving around a bit and...I'd just never thought about it." She pauses. "I'd be willing to try if you thought I'd be good enough?"

"I'll have you officially try out, but I don't have any doubts. You're as good as on the team. Call me Coach Lahey."

Jay looks down, rubbing one shoulder with the opposite hand. "That'd be great, thanks, Coach. Oh- I'm Jay, well, Jennifer Carson." She dithers over offering a hand.

When she doesn't immediately offer her hand, he claps her on the back.

"Welcome to the team, Carson. Practice is Sunday afternoon."