[Cleaning the last of the blood up with her limited tools as she can, she seals the used materials in a small baggy. The scent still lingers in the air, but... there's little she can do about it right now.
Glancing up at him, she moves on carefully.]
What... are you? [It's not meant offensively. She knows he's not human, and that he's aware that she knows. But even so, she's never out right asked.]
. . . If it's an uncomfortable question, you don't have to answer. [She's not trying to make him feel embarrassed or put on the spot exactly. It's just...if he isn't a vampire, and he isn't human, what is he, exactly?]