Ilinca turned slowly, facing the source of the new voice. Being newly fed and nearly luminous really drove the point home that she was definitely not human, but until she got a read on what exactly this man was, best to exercise caution. "I learned it from my mother," she answered, her smile perfectly lovely and pleasant, as though they were discussing the weather. "She always did say I had a knack for it."
She shrugged, examining her recently manicured, still meticulous nails. "Not a mark on him," was all she said. "And I have yet to hear of one of my kind being dragged before a human magistrate because of DNA. And besides. Plenty of things in the city eat humans. I wager he's gone by sun-up."