She raises her eyebrows at the term, not sure if she should find it as amusing as she does. "Technically speaking, you strike vampires. Or skeg them. 'Slayer' makes it sound like SOF are running around with broadswords or something." Seriously, without some clarification on what a Slayer even is, she couldn't answer that question even if she wanted to.

And yeah, she's definitely emphasizing 'SOF' a bit. It's their job to handle vampires and other rogue Others, and maybe they're desperate to put her on the payroll, but she hasn't agreed to anything, yet. She's not a carthaginian professional vampire hunter.

"I dealt with one gang," she says, and some part of her is distantly aware that she's telling him more than she has to. Well, he did ask, and this isn't exactly a state secret - not even back home, where people actually appreciate the significance of it all. "Once. And it sure as hell wasn't because I wanted to." So if he's hoping for someone to lead into battle against the misbehaving vampires, he's just going to have to keep looking.