Cyro stared at the table. Nursing the coffee. He had them throw in tons of extra french vanilla and it still barely tasted of it. He sighed a bit. He was hoping not to run into those hunters again. He hated doing things near hunters because even when they SAW it happen it was still he was the enemy. He caught a scent but didn't think much of it. It was daytime. It was unlikely any hunters would think of a...tainted like him...being out and about. He loved the sunlight. He wondered if he would be happy if that was taken from him. If he went blind...would he still have the will to live? He jerked his attention to the woman and growled. Tense then he relaxed. "Sorry...I...thought you were going to attack me." He said. His head falling into his arms. Shaking his head side to side before sitting up. Looking at her warily. Then leaned around her on both sides. Looking for those guys always with her. Not seeing them he tensely relaxed. He looked at her. "Yeah...did I tell you my name? Is there a problem?" he asked warily. It was the sweet but strange smelling girl he saved just last night. He looked away. "Look...I don't want any trouble...and your kind don't like me. In fact they treat me like one of THEM. I'd rather not have to get into any fights. So...if I screwed up somehow...I'm sorry. I'm just trying to be normal like you all."