Make like Noah and what now? Like many things do when you're Kit's height and not from Earth, that one sail right over his head, but he doesn't bother trying to figure out the specifics. He gets the gist of it.

"They're pretty cute for vampires," Kit says, chuckling, and crouches down to hold out his hand to the little inan that has come to investigate him. His bibiru, in the meantime, has taken to flopping itself down happily at the inan attempting to engage it in grooming; a clear demonstration of its comfort at the moment, Kit guesses. It doesn't look like it's in immediate distress anyway.

"...From what I understand they aren't that common, either, so this… Is somewhat unusual."

"Maybe the Veil is thin here or something," Kit muses out loud while scratching the inquisitive inan underneath its chin, before realizing what he's just said and adding, "Uh, that's sort of--a partition between the physical world and the Fade--the spirit world, where I'm from. According to mages and human religious sorts anyway. Doesn't really apply to dwarves." Which is what he is, if his height is any indication. "I guess there isn't really a Veil here, is there."