"...Left here?" The incubus's voice shifted, and he glanced over at the half-Gorgon, eyes sad. "I'm so sorry to hear that. Being abandoned here...that must have been dreadfully scary...this place is not for the light of heart to begin with. I found my way here, but...poor dear."
His hand rested on her shoulder again, for a moment. "At least it was Arkady that found you, and not someone like...oh, I don't know, Gar. Arkady is...a good man. A good vampire."
A fleeting thought of fangs in his throat, a shadow that visited his trailer...the incubus smiled, a little. "A very good vampire. Ah, but...we don't have to talk about that. What sort of things do you enjoy doing? I confess, I'm largely ignorant as to what you do here..."