Forest
The blonde waited for the inevitable protest of, "Oh, I'm not in trouble!", "I don't need any help!", or her absolute favorite, "I don't want to get you involved."
Instead he cringed as he looked at the rubble before turning back to her, his eyes widening at the sight of her hand. Then he grabbed it. Forest didn't jerk her hand away; after all the guy's intent wasn't malicious. He was just staring at the now unblemished porcelain-like skin.
Well I'll be damned. It healed, he thought.
Then his next words floored her.
"W-what makes you think I'm a vampire! I could be some mutant or something that has a reaction to sunlight, but regenerates. I could be some failed attempt from the Weapon X program, you don't know," Forest said, looking away.
"And yes, it's bloody lonely to be a vampire," she muttered, biting the inside of her cheek.