...well, that was interesting. Stefan will never complain again about his eyes going bloodshot when the blood rush hits him. At least his face doesn't do that. He'd already caught wind of there being a significant vampire population in Taxon, but a vampire presence doesn't mean he's about to shed his seventeen-year-old kid from Virginia act. It was default, instinctive to hide and blend in to the best of one's abilities. Outing yourself meant outing others; it was taboo. Stefan liked rules and abided by them. (Most of the time, anyway.) So, although his interest with this accidental video feed lies in how curious he is as to just how different this vampire is from the kind he and Damon are, he feigns the simple wonder of a normal kid getting yet another dose of something that's supposed to be strictly fictional.

"Whoa."