"No, I'm not little nor a man. I'm an artificial human, made with alchemy. Heightened senses, regeneration abilities when injured, impervious to disease or natural death..." It wasn't much of a secret in this place. No one understood what she was and so no one cared. She was human enough for them, Scar excluded.

"Of course, not in here. And.. a vampire?" She was familiar with the term, but from stories and novels and radio programs she'd caught now and again. "Turns into a bat, seduces maidens to drink their blood and devour their still beating hearts? I thought vampires had gray skin and pointed ears and long, shrunken limbs. You're much too pretty to be a vampire."

If they were even real. She was rather certain no alchemist had ever whipped up a vampire in their basement.