She bit her lower lip, her eyes on him slightly. Attack him? "I'm sorry, my brother and the other two don't really listen too well..." She said, thinking for a moment as she watched him slightly. The small witch wasn't really sure what she should say. Yes, she knew the hunters didn't like vampires, she was told she shouldn't trust them. It was something she had been taught since she was young, but he was still different from them, he wasn't like them. "I spoke with Theodore." She stated simply, her mind once more in thought as she glanced away slightly. Normal?<br/><br/>She gasped lightly, fighting back the pain as Ragnar appeared from her shoulder, the small, Blood Dragon hoping down onto the table as it inspected the coffee Cryo had. She could hear whispers already. 'Witch.' 'Freak.' 'Satan pig.' She ignored them, pushing them from her mind as the owner of the diner seemed to ignore as well, bringing the small witch her coffee. "Normal, wish I knew what that was...." She said, glaring at Ragnar slightly, playfully almost, "Or what it's like to have a familiar that knows when to appear and when to not...." She muttered as she shook her head. She might not be normal, but she was still human. And even if he was a vampire, he could still walk out in the sun like a normal person.