[Maria didn't get the whole spiel from the locals or about the sound eaters, not yet. Evidence by her clothes and the fact they allowed her an old and certainly very noisy firearm. She's not really looking for an explanation of this whole circumstance, she only wants to know so much, but it would be rude to shut down the conversation.]

Come and go, do they? Are there hunts every night? [she hadn't seen a moon out, that was when the Hunts as she knew them occurred. When the frenzy of the beast blood was at it's peak and the monsters began to roam the streets. When she would venture out with her fellows to slaughter the dangerous and deranged.]