[She made a sound, indicating that she was at least listening to him- thinking over what he had been saying. So... he's dead, more like the undead, able to walk around and act like a regular human... he could eat regular food too but- he needed blood to get stronger? She wondered if he needed that necessarily, or if it was better to not drink blood at all and go back to being like a human but...

If he encountered others like him and he was weak... wouldn't that be bad?

She pushed him away from her a bit, enough to look up at him at least.]

If you.... really need it, you can drink my blood. [a beat.] Not too much though, I need that to survive. I'm not some circus-freak like you.