“Then you’re way overpaying me.”

The man - elf? Probably at least half elf - gets several points for volunteering this information.

”Well you can give us more local currency if you want.”

“Sure.” He hands him some twenties. “It has written on them how much they’re worth.”

“Thank you.”

“Sure thing. Try not to wander off, especially at night.”

“I think we intend to sleep.”

“Great.”

She's waiting outside by the car. 

"They're all settled?"

“Yep. Gave me these.” He hands her the gold coins.

"Huh. Real gold?"

“He claims ninety percent. I figure I’ll check.”

Nod. "Do they have any way of contacting us if they need anything?"

“No. I might just loiter here and wait until they leave.

What do you think of them?”

"Suspicious of us. Weirdly sexist, except maybe not 'weirdly' because I guess most societies are probably more sexist than this one. Religious, at least fairly serious about it. Not up on state of the art vampire containment methods. Kind of confused.

"I don't think we have any reasons to believe they're bad, though. Just - way stronger than us and kind of culture shocked."

"I guess there really haven't been human societies without cars that aren't sexist."

"Some kinds of hunter gatherers do really well on this front! But yeah, the space between the invention of agriculture and somewhere after cars is kind of like that."

"Is there a reason you didn't tell them that we don't kill vampires around here?"

" - I was going to but then it seemed - I dunno. I should've. I wasn't sure I wouldn't come off as a super ridiculous person to be telling them."

Nod. "We don't want them killing all our vampires though."

Nodnod. "You think I should go tell them now?"

" - up to you. But I think they should get used to listening to you about things if they want to stay in Sunnydale."

Sigh. "Okay. I guess I don't want anyone else to die because I was embarrassed about telling people stuff."

"And if they take it badly that seems good to know."

"That's true." 

She heads up and knocks on the door to their motel room.

He opens the door.

What is the girl doing at their motel room. Did he misinterpret something.

"Can I help you?"