[He rubs his brow as she passes by, noting that she's keeping her distance. And honestly, most people are. He can't blame them. He just wants some damn hydration and some sorta cheap food. But then she says what he says, and he just gives her a wayward, fangy sneer.]

Don't worry, ma'am. If I die I'll be sure to leave ya my germs in my will. Give ya one good cough before I go out.

[Catty as he is, he can't put as much heart in his shit as he'd like. And his vision is starting to crawl again, so he just decides to look at his feet for a little bit.]