"Human?" Ahri's eyes furrowed in confusion, caught off guard. Of course she was human. She surely was not alien or a demon or a werewolf or a...<br/><br/>Ahri's eyes turned from the man and to her purse. Pulling out the folder, she reviewed the pictures and the cause of death. Loss of blood and two puncture wounds at the neck.<br/><br/>Snapping her eyes over the folder, Ahri met this young man's. Vampires? Really? That couldn't possibly true, and if this man believed such a tale then he was as mad as the murderer. They were simply a myth. It would simply be a mad man who aspired to be vampire-like. Tying, perhaps, down the poor, helpless victim and sinking their crafted "fangs" into the neck of, in this case, Mr. Bronk. But, she'd play along with him.<br/><br/>Pulling down the collar of her shirt, Ahri exposed both sides of her neck to the man, showing she had never been "bitten."<br/><br/>"Does that suffice?" She asked, snapping the folder shut and stuffing it under her arm.