He knew she'd been battling and within that scent of vampiric blood, he could distinctly smell hers. Even though the woman's clothes were soaked with non-human blood, Mick's scent could easily pick up blood from a mortal, and gun smoke, lots of gun smoke.. Not only did she look like hell, but she also looked completely worn out. There was no doubt that the battle was won and soon more vampires would come after her.
"Are you alright?" He responded in a friendly, yet concerned, tone.
He didn't want to come off as threatening or reveal his true identity. When a woman was out there fighting monsters, it wasn't wise to spill your secret, despite if you were one of the good guys or not. A monster was a monster.