I've always been told that I clean up nicely... [She laughs a little, and lets the picture rest in her lap.] At gatherings, at big ones, they were always mistaking me for a Daeva at a distance...

[It occurs to her that he may not know what that is. She blinks and looks up to Hajime to explain.]

...there are different kinds of us. I'm Nosferatu. We're the creepy ones. The ones that aren't quite right. The Daeva are the... pretty ones, to be polite about it.