It is fairly dark on deck by the time they meet. He, too, is a little paler than normal; his sleep cycle tossed off kilter by the displacement and reuniting with his not-so-dead maker and dealing with what he still doesn't know for sure of his own true death.

While Rosita looks him over, he looks her over and tilts his head slightly in regard. "Godric would like for me to get to know the barge better. While supervised."

A pause.

"He didn't tell me you'd be a vampire though. A female one at that."

Not only could he hear her approach, she has no heartbeat and the eyes are, pardon the pun, a dead give away.