"Spanish is not my second language of choice, but I see your point."

He waves a hand. "Home. You know how it is, crazed werewolf comes to town and starts eating teenaged girls, people start rumors, get you framed for murder. The normal stuff." Except it's not normal stuff, and he doesn't entirely manage as causal a tone as he was aiming for. It's not amish witches or schoolgirl assassins, but it was still pretty fucked up.