"That's what I thought," she says happily, reading between the lines and seeing that Claudia must feel at least somewhat isolated and alone. Vampires are assholes and, well, she already knows regular people are assholes, and likely don't understand or outright freak out on her. Root had been an overly intelligent, overly mature, deeply cynical teenage girl once, but at least she'd gotten to grow up eventually.

Even if she's not really less alone now.

"Can you eat or is it just going to be me having dinner? Just so I know. And you can ask me questions, too, you know. So it feels a little less one-sided."

There's that trace of social awareness again. Root isn't necessarily an open book, but she's more forthcoming than might be expected from someone with a fake name. She isn't ashamed of who she is or what she does; there's just so few people, if any, that she wants to share it with.