Jared heard a female voice, twisting his hooded head towards her but keeping it profiled so she didn’t see his complete face. In his experience so far at the Hyperion he had gotten mixed reactions about his condition, somewhere compassionate while others where rather repulsed by his appearance. So Jared had decided to play it safe and not let her see his face.
Gently he shook his head “I haven’t been ok in a very very long time..” he stated in a surprisingly appealing voice rich with a upper class English accent and melancholy. The vampire suddenly recognized her from the boards, the curious human who had inquired about his vampiric disease as he saw it. He lifted a pallid finger to point at her “I know You’re that woman from the boards aren’t you?” Slowly he rose from his place on the floor, revealing the attire he had chosen. It was merely a pair of jeans, shirt beneath a hoodie and socked feet not what one would expect on a vampire prince but it was comfortable and it fit more then any royalty garb “I’m Jared…”