The room contains a variety of posters. Gruesome photographs: of women in distress, dead animals, and of shadows. These are interspersed with comic book posters, featuring Spiderman and the Flash, by and large.

Photography equipment takes up most of the floor and desk space, although there's also room made for a framed photo of him and another boy, with curly hair.

Women in distress is not something she'd have in her room, but she can see the artistic appeal.

Does she recognize the curly haired boy? She's never really met anyone Matt would call a friend.

He doesn't seem obviously familiar.

Matt stirs.

Juliet watches him wake up, silent.

"Morning. Sleep well?"

She nods. "Better than I have for a while."

"I'm glad. You should probably sneak out the window, though. I'm not sure what they'll do if they see you."

She hums in agreement.

"I'll be like a thief in the night," she jokes.

"Arrant thief indeed. How much of the myths are true?"

"Full moon, obviously, yes. Silver, no. Wolfsbane is painful, weakens us and can kill. I can hear your heart beating and your blood rushing through your veins. You're parents are in the kitchen and are... talking about furniture?" She makes an amused face. "I heal quickly. Super strength... I can take away someones pain. Physical pain. And sometimes I can tell when people are lying." 

"That's- you can take away pain? That's impressive."

"It's hard. I have to like them a lot. Love them, even. I've tried with a few of my tutors, which didn't work."

"Tutors?"

"A nice name for the two werewolves that my Uncle Stefan found to try and teach me control," she rolls her eyes.

"Are any kids at school werewolves?"

"Not that I know of. Sean is a Wendigo though. So are my uncles, Stefan and Damon. I told you about them, remember?"

"Is your dad one?"

"No. Dad is fully human. My mom was the werewolf. Not that he knew that, apparently."

"...I'm glad you told me."

He takes her hand(?).

She snuggles close to him again instead.

"Me too. Lying to you was..." she trails off for a moment. "I didn't like it."

"Now you don't have to. Am I the only one who knows? Besides Sean Walcott."

"Sean doesn't count. And Erica is probably very confused right now... but yeah. Just you."

"Are you going to tell Erica? I don't know her that well, I'm not sure we can trust her."

"She seems trustworthy. But not overly so that I was actually planning on telling her. I'm not sure we have much of a choice now."

"If all she has is a guess, she won't say anything. No one would believe her."