"How cruel would I sound if I said I really appreciate the insomniacs around here?" she asked, noting the fact he was British, something which made her happier than it should have really, but she liked reminded of back home. "Only you have no idea how boring it is not being able to sleep, like at all!"
She didn't mind the smirk. She'd lived with Mitchell long enough to be used to that kind of thing and she was pretty good at not taking things personally, luckily. She grinned at the gloves, they were just like Mitch's and at that thought she realised why he looked vaguely familiar. Perhaps the gloves things had to be with being a vampire? Because they felt cold, didn't they? Ad that would be the sort of thing humans would notice, wasn't it? "Annie Sawyer," she replied, shaking his hand. "We've spoken over the boards, I think. You're the vampire with the vampire issues. Which is perfect valid by the way, because I'm well aware most of them are total bloody arseholes. But since you're here I can safely assume you're one of the few that doesn't fall into that category. Oh and I've been here a while now, but this place is pretty big, right? Maybe we just kept missing each other? You wander around here at night often then? I feel the need to warn you if that is the case I may be about to rope you into keeping me entertained when I'm no reception at 3am in the morning."