His discomfort was terribly obvious, actually; the vampire was just ignoring it. Simply fascinated with the man's demeanor, he couldn't help but stare. Most victims would not be quite so adept at acting themselves, especially in close proximity (even if the man had been on a quick road to death without his aid). Though he had personally seen the man's tenacious nature of remaining complacent, it was still surprising to him. During the years he had taken human victims, Edward had never left one alive. Forcably thrust out of his comfort zone, it proved difficult to remain hidden behind a human facade.

"I was surprised to even wake up this morning. I mean, death aside - I don't recall any sort of transition from night to day, nor how I even made it back to our room." He spoke without looking at either of them, avoiding Jun's sad state, permanently seated for the time being, and the other's obvious bristling discomfort.

It somewhat explained his fussy nature about his hair, at least.

He did lift his eyes once in surprise, but only for a fraction of a second. He had as much reason to want to hide his face as the other, what with his blood swirling red behind Edward's irises. "Landel, being... the director?" he guessed. Was there really some straw man behind this whole ordeal?

Impossible to believe, but then... he had thought he was already dead, and was unable to do so again. Also unable to lose his senses, his ability... and bleed. Or get wounded at all by human means.

So. Believable.

"I don't think it gets more unexpected than dying," he said, allowing a small, amused smile to cross his lips. With what little humor there was to be had, he needed to grab what he could. Perhaps a change of subject was also required - even if it was not a smooth transition.

I haven't been outside, so weather's out of the question. "Before I forget," he started, motioning to himself, "we had little chance for introductions last night." Consider this further apology, which is all I can offer. "I'm Edward."