It took a moment of staring at the other woman for Delia to remember. The last time that she had seen this woman, had been much much different. She was moving, and talking and didn't look completely like death. Just moderately.
"They are not. I believe they retired and went to America. That was what I heard anyway.." she said absently, trying to place where the heck she had seen her before. The voice wasn't recognizable at all.
Her head tilted to the side, and just like that, she remembered. "Oh. You.. you were the staked vampire. You worked here." Well worked was a relative term, she supposed. "Kept here. Know is possibly the wrong word. I used to come and see.. you. You look much different." Did that mean that she was actually a vampire? She looked quite confused about the whole thing.