Frankie sat patiently as the girl panicked.  He decided to let go of the girl and let her wear herself out a bit bouncing around the lab.  If she really was a shapeshifter or a vampire, then she'd easily regenerate her wounds.  Frankie simply stepped back to watch the fireworks.<br/><br/>"I'll try to answer your questions as well as I can."  Frankie said softly, wondering how long it would take her to realize that she had no real hope of disabling the state of the art biometric locks on the door to the lab station.  "You're currently in the Menlo Park research station, in one of the analytical cubicles.  Your food was left on the ground after you transformed into a vampire, and most likely picked up by someone else."  Frankie opened up a cabinet and picked up a fairly large needle from it.  "You are either a vampire, or a shapeshifter capable of turning into a vampire.  To my knowledge, the DPDS hasn't seen that kind of shapeshifting before, and if you are a vampire, it still doesn't explain why you went into the sun."<br/><br/>Frankie slowly approached the panicked girl, holding up the needle in as nonthreatening a manner as one can hold an 8 inch long needle.  "I'll need a sample of your blood so I can analyze your condition, then perhaps I can tell you a bit better what exactly you are.  If you're merely a young vampire with a unique power, then we'll have you registered and sent on your way.  If you've a more subtle power, we may need to recruit you into the war effort.  We can promise you as much food as you'd like and a comfortable bed, if you'll come with me to the DPDS."  Frankie waited for the girl to respond, slowly advancing closer to her with  the needle.