Jackie bit her lip, shrugging apologetically at not recognizing Zelpha. That was strange. Usually she had no trouble with putting a name to a face. She brushed aside the taint of worry quickly; she definitely hadn’t been in top condition lately, it was sort of expected.
“Actually, I don’t work here.” She answered briskly. “I more or less volunteer whenever I have the time. I feel like I’m doing some good here, coming to help out, and they always appreciate my…” She faltered for a moment, smoothing her hair flat in a subconscious motion.
They appreciated her what? Ability to smell what disease was on a person; knowledge of how much blood a patient needed, and what type by just one taste? No, she firmly decided. They didn’t have to know she was a vampire yet. Although, if you knew what to look for it was fairly obvious: her pale and spotless skin, her lips that were just slightly redder than they should be, the perfection of her build, but most noticeably the natural grace that was ingrained in her every move. Knowledge of her condition didn’t usually make many people comfortable. “My special skill set.” She continued.