Axel was no stranger to the cold shoulder. He recognised it for what it was. After glancing at the address, and committing it to memory, he nodded. "Thank you for your time, Reileen. I won't keep you."
He didn't want to be a nuisance, not even to someone he didn't know. She clearly didn't want to chat, and he really couldn't blame her. She didn't know him. She didn't know he came from a world where casual conversations with strangers were virtually a thing of the past, because most people were either dead, imprisoned by vampires, or turned to mindless bloodthirsty bastards intent on wrecking havoc and destroying everything in their wake.