[A faint nod, and she goes quiet for a moment, hesitating.]
Err... my- my diet is a little complicated.
[Understatement. Her fingers lift to brush against her lips, though she glances away.]
. . . I don't want to drink human blood. My fangs are-- they're very dangerous. Back home we have a medication. They're blood tablets. [And they hardly work, only helping to get her by very poorly.]