Ashton looked at her. Stepping back again seeing the blood on her face. The distant and withdraw expression suddenly took on a look of someone who was sick to their stomach at the sight of blood. He was but his monster within wanted to lick it off. He mentally shouted pervert and shoved it down. At times the monster within almost felt like another living entity. It wasn't. It was just another part of his soul that he combated with at all times. "You heard them call me the Daywalker. Did you know they killed the others? The impure ones as they called them. Daywalkers who were part human." He said simply. Ignoring the comment about thanking him and owing her life. He seemed to shake his head as if waving off and dismissing that comment. He looked at her. He shook his head. Backing up further as his eyes flashed. He popped another blood capsule and slowly sucked on it. Pushing it down. He couldn't stomach blood. It made him sick even when he was younger and the monster wanted it. "Yes...yes they are."  He looked at her and for a second his lips flickered with a smile. "Helsing...kinda puts you in mind that Van Helsing movie." He said in a withdrawn attempt at teasing. He stayed back more because of her being covered in blood. "Ashton Martins...son of Theadore Martins."