[Freya pauses, eyes him curiously and then finishes lacing up her boot. She dresses relatively quickly and as she's standing she scoops her backpack back onto her shoulder. She takes a post near him, leaning against a tree with her arms folded over her chest.]

I met one in a club. He was cute and I assume stupid fast but he didn't smell like you do. I have a feeling Vampires where I'm from are different.

[She studies him and with the added information she begins to pick up on a few small things that he does.]

They can't stand sunlight. I know that much.