There was clearly something terribly the matter with this girl. Bill could do nothing but sympathize - what did he know about a teenage girl, lost in the great big city? He knew he should be ashamed, but he was somewhat relieved when they finally got to the subway station.
"I hope you have a change of heart. You'd be surprised what you'll find if you open your mind to new things," he offered sincerely. He managed to mask a look of cynicism - after all, when he had opened HIS mind, he wound up drinking the blood of human beings.
"Now I believe you will take the red line - that's the one train - all the way up to 242nd street, and from there it should be a very brief walk," he paused, and gingerly added, "Do you have any money for the train?"