"I fear this country is done for our kind." The vampiress looks around the other occupants of the tavern room, a glass of scotch gripped in her hand. It's not her favourite thing to drink, but it's a distant second. "I've managed to eke out a decent life for myself as a hunter since I turned, but things have been getting harsher since my children's birth. Technology is progressing in tandem with the humans' ability to harm us. It's on a matter of time before every household in the kingdom has a sidearm that can put an end to us."
"D'you happen to have a large quantity of bleach? Or maybe, I don't know, refined phosphorous?"
"This is not something I want to share oxygen with. I don't recognize it, but I've seen similar. On ships coming back from pest extermination missions."
"Probably not. There's at least three different - breeds - running around out there. Lilithian, Frankensteinian, and... I don't know, Cryptozoological? I think this thing is in category three."
"No. No... You know, if it's been here a while, it's probably not doing any immediate harm and I suspect there will be things about this ship that worry me more. I'll deal with it later."
The idea sounds almost physically painful to him, but off he goes.
Zeke has noticed. "Um, guys, can you smell human? Really kind of scared human?"
"...Uh oh. Act normal." She pushes Zeke into a puddle.
This might be difficult, since the twins haven't bothered getting dressed because of all the shapeshifting.
Hopefully this guy will think they're part of some strange nudist cult instead of being shapeshifters.
...Nope, doesn't seem to be happening. He's still there.
Zeke picks himself up. "I'm gonna go tell him how normal we are."
"Lilithian? What's that?"
"...Uh, shapeshifting? What are you talking about?"
"I am not a fool, youngling. Your body is obviously superhuman, with the strength of those leaps and the damage to the foliage... You do not bear the telltale signs of being a biological experiment. Tragic, ugly things. Thus, you are Lilithian."
His enthusiasm and wonder has well taken over his fear by now.
"Um, yeah, okay, you got me." He twirls a bit. "Come on guys, he's friendly!"
Far too suddenly to be anything other than unsettling, Janet is there, her hand resting heavily on the biologist's shoulder. He jumps, but tries to pretend nothing is wrong. "Sir. You understand that privacy is of significant importance to people like us." Her grip tightens marginally. "I know that you meant no harm, so all will be well after you leave now and return home and speak to nobody of what you found here. Yes?"
"I, er- Yes. Yes, of course, sorry to be a bother."
"It's quite alright. I'll be happy to escort you back to the trailhead." Her tone says 'this is not optional'. "Zeke, have the others dress and wait for me where we had breakfast two days ago." This is also not optional.
"I'll do that," he looks at the biologist. "It was nice meeting you."
He runs back to the others. "Janet says we need to put pants on and meet her at the breakfast spot."
"She's kind of scary, isn't she?" Asks Sam on the way.
"Yeah. She was real not-mean to that guy." He sighs, "It was nice being properly us for a bit."