He'd taken that fairly well. "You don't see vampires drinking actual Bloody Mary's everyday, either." She hailed the bartender, saying. "Two more shots for me please, same as before." He nodded before she turned back to Marty, straightening out her torn skirt a little more.
"That's not my area of expertise, actually," her lips quirked, "I'm the one you call in to flatten something or scatter an army. I can't make myself a new body. My husband can for others, but not for anyone who's... elevated. If you're a vampire, or, the ones I've run into, he can't make you one either, if you don't have a soul."