Bill was easily as surprised by Betsy as she was by him. He felt his fangs about to emerge purely from the shock, but he forced them back. No sense scaring this girl any more than she needed to be.
"Excuse me, miss," he murmured, and began to turn. Yet something didn't sit right with him. A foreign woman? Alone in New York City at night? He turned, and cleared his throat.
"Miss? Excuse me, but are you sure it's quite wise to be out here by yourself? Do you have an escort?". He was sure she'd rebuff him, considering how filthy he was, but he would feel bad for not asking. There were sketchy characters about, he thought wryly, as he noticed her veins bulging just barely from her neck.