Finding an old cellmate from prison would be exactly how Delia to describe it. She was just so curious to find this creature who was nearly it seemed.. stone-like, to find her vibrant and fully alive.
"I visited several times, yes." She didn't have the emotions to be humble, or even embarrassed by her actions. It as one of those things that she had never quite been taught. She certainly didn't seem sad or surprised by the revelation that she had been there as a visitor. She didn't feel bad about it in the slightest.
Her eyes lowered slightly. Surely if this woman was a vampire, and had been in the circus than speaking the truth wouldn't be so bad. Who even knew if the woman would believe her. "I have no heart.." she said with a shrug. "They call me Delia. Are you.. truly a vampire?" she couldn't help but lean in and whisper conspiratorially. Just in case someone was listening.