Fred's response time was slower than the vampires and she'd already been spotted when she smelt the mingling scents of death and blood, old blood. She'd looked like she was about to fall asleep, honestly, clinging to the railing as if it was her favourite thing in the world.
When she was approached by the blonde girl, though, Fred perked up. It wasn't nearly as much as she normally would have, but since Fred was the killer of their kind she figured smiling was really the way she had to go on this one. Predator or not, Fred didn't anything that wasn't an animal unless it had an execution ruling. "Hey, I'm Fred," and her whole face brightened when she spoke. She took the offered hand after sliding off the railing to stand. "You do realise I can smell your apprehension on you, right?" It was loads better than smelling the bloody attraction from a few of the blokes who had been passing by.