Instead of trying to find her pepper spray and trying to remember how Jacob taught her how to defend herself in the face of what could potentially be a stalker or a killer vampire sent by Victoria to kill her, Bella merely shrugged, her eyes alive with happiness and only a hint of curiosity. "That's my name. How did you know Victoria's trying to kill me? Are you sure you don't know her?"
Then she leaned forward, squinting at him. He hadn't started to sparkle outside under the sun. And yeah, he was a little pale, but he was the tannest vampire ever if he wasn't lying. She didn't hesitate to poke his chest either, mumbling to herself. "Nope. You're squishy. You're not a vampire, but that's okay. I sorta don't like vampires right now."