Sthelada was counting on that exactly. Especially a Nosferatu with centuries of experience in information gathering as she had on her resume.
She did not expect him to act physically revulsed, but his appearance was more attractive in person and his manner cordial without being patronizing or saccharine. It was a bit disconcerting to be treated as if her appearance didn't matter by anyone not of her own clan. Disconcerting, but also very pleasant.
"Thank you, sheriff," she replied. "Forgive my lack of politic manner. I am not a creature of the courts. You wish a Hound of my clan, of our abilities. I wish to make myself useful to the Court of New York." For obvious reasons. She was a newcomer to New York and on her own except for the scan others of her clan in the city. She needed to make allies quickly.
"I'm not certain how things are done here in New York. I shall have to defer to you in the matter. But I suppose I am throwing my hat in the ring, for lack of a better explanation. May I ask a question? Is it known what happened to Kjell?" If anyone knew for certain, it would be the sheriff.