The other man could take direction -- Good, because Marco could only handle one panicking person at a time. On the count, he pulled as hard as he could without dislocating the vampire's arm. At first the ice didn't want to release her, but Marco didn't give up or let go. The force of their strength met with the sudden release of the vampire sent him of his balance and onto the shore beside of the girl. A grunt of pain escaped him as he collided with the ground for a second time. What was it now? Marco pushed himself up to look over at the girl. She was still covered in ice, but surely it wasn't anything to worry about. From the way she was reacting, she certainly thought different. He looked over at the other man, his brow furrowed in confusion. He could only assume that the words were in reference to getting the ice off, otherwise, he was completely lost to their meaning. If anything, Marco certainly wished that she would stop repeating it. "Shh... Just relax." He offered her another warm smile, since she seemed to like the first one so much, as he reached out and brushed her hair behind her right ear. Marco's face tightened as he looked back to the other man then around them for something that could be used to get the ice off of her. And then the answer began to pool out near his feet. He licked his lips and swallowed hard.
Marco had always thought that a vampire's blood would be cold, it only made sense to him, but, as he placed his hands on the girl's chest wound, he was surprised to find that it was warm. He pressed it as gently as he could so that the blood poured from it and into his hands. "No elementals around here, señorita." Marco wasn't even sure he would have told her if there was; she had spoken the words as though she were only asking for a glass of water and he was not about to quench that thirst. It took a handful of times for Marco to collect enough blood and rub it on the ice in the hopes that it would melt off of her. His face showed none of the horror that he was feeling. It didn't matter how many times he washed himself, the smell of this vampire's blood would be on him for a week at the least. "Is... is that better? The ice is off of you now." Her clothes and skin were covered in red, but Marco didn't think that would matter much to a vampire. She had to have been used to it. He looked back to the other man, uncertain for the first time what they should do next. "I think she's fine, but we can't leave her here. She could be going into shock. Any ideas?"