Unknown was tempted to point out she said hurt, not blind. She had long ago adjusted to the light that it didn't blind her. So long as it wasn't an intense, sudden burst of it. That didn't stop it from hurting her eyes or causing her a massive headache. She thought technically being one of the undead would stop such trivial things like headaches. She was wrong. Way wrong. Though on the upside, she did find out that she couldn't get drunk off of alcohol so that was a good thing when she had to 'out drink' her informant. It was just a liquid really. Didn't have much taste if she was being honest with herself. Even the strongest of the liquors tended to taste like water with a hint of something tangy. Blood was a different story of course. She had to be careful or she would wind up tipsy and in the gutter. Not that they had the street gutters anymore like she was used too, but she figured it was still much the same thing.<br/><br/>"First dibs so to speak?" She kept pace, just slightly behind him. She could survive a stab in the back, but wasn't too sure about him just yet so the position was more of a strategic one than anything else. It was also done slightly more automatically than she would probably like to admit to herself. "Though I am not from here originally. Which you probably could have easily guessed." Name. He wanted her name. Great. This could either go one of two ways in her mind. The first way was running around in circles like that famous poem or him calling a name like Unknown a 'dip shit of a name' or something to that effect. Really, she would prefer the second way to the circle one. That conversation got old pretty fast.<br/><br/>"Unknown. My name is Unknown." There. Clear and to the point. That should eliminate the circle nonsense. For the most part at least. "And yours?"