Rose couldn't help but to chuckle at the comment. She could tell that he wasn't too acquainted with talking to girls. It showed through greatly, but she didn't mind. It would help pass time, having a simple conversation with the man. She gave him a soft, closed lipped smile before looking out the window.<br/><br/>"Well, it seems to be cloudy and somewhat cool," she commented, "It might possibly rain later this evening, but that's a wonderful thing for me since I dislike being in the sunlight. I prefer cloudy and dark days myself. How about yourself? What kind of weather do you prefer?"<br/><br/>While it wasn't a big step in the conversational direction, she felt like it was enough of a push to get the man to open up a little and respond back. She wouldn't bite....she only drank blood from criminals and as a mercy killing to terminally ill, elderly people. She wasn't so merciful with criminals. Though her diet of blood wasn't hardly a subject to bring up, it was interesting to muse about while anticipating what the man was going to say next.