When Whisper turned her head to try and find a better option, she found herself being look at. Or smiled and nodded at really. Immediately she flashed a return smile and made her way in that direction, still browsing through the racks of clothes. But like the vampire would ever pass up the chance to talk to someone who had smiled at her. A handsome someone. Lots of things might change but Whisper's absolute need to be appreciated and recognized was never going to go anywhere. Plus he was the one who had smiled at her. Whisper was very used to people smiling at her, especially if they recognized her, but when she was in such a small store and had been cooped up away from people for so long she tended to need attention of any and every sort.
"I think that I've seen a picture of you somewhere," Whisper remarked when she was near enough to the other vampire. Because he was. That was one of those things that she could just pick up now. No sound of a heartbeat for one. And it was true, she was certain that there was a reason that this particular vampire's face was familiar. She just could not recall it. Extending one hand her smile returned easily. "Whisper Charlton."