He'd been lost in thought, and due to his diminished abilities he'd been a lot less aware of the people around him, so he found himself somewhat surprised when someone nearly ran into him from behind.
He turned around slowly, and though the sound of the voice was familiar to him in an almost painful way, he couldn't quite place it yet. The face, though, was as unmistakable as the smell that made his throat start to burn in an all-too familiar way. He found himself grateful, and not for the first time, for whatever unholy device or concoction that was restraining his abilities as it also lessoned the pull to drink human blood.
"M... my fault entirely," he said, and he was unable to hide the mesmerizing grin that crossed over his features. The thrill of emotions that ran through him, the thoughts that ran through his head, the questions he wanted to ask, the desperation to hold her, touch her, ensure that she really was safe was practically overwhelming.
The only thing that restrained him was the miserable knowledge that this was just another dream, and that he would reach out to touch Bella and she would simply fade away again. So he simply smiled, and looked at her, and waited for the dream to end.