Vlad could hear the woman's heart beat. Human, obviously. He was curious as to what the look on her face meant. They had not before , and yet.. no. He didn't remember meeting anyone with her likeness even once during all his centuries of life.
But she looked like one used to fighting. Not so rare these days but it was very much so about 50 years ago. "Yes, madam?", he asked in polite greeting as he stepped outside of the sun's light on the pavement and remaining in the shade as he walked, his voice perhaps similar to his twins but a minor hint of Romanian accent. "Did you need help?"