Fuck, Regis, how could you be so unprepared for a surprise home invasion from another world? Really giving higher vampires a bad name in hospitality right now.

[He snorts a wheezy and rasping little laugh, because he can't imagine anyone who could have been more hospitable. It's not about running water and bathroom amenities (though fuck knows he wants those very much), but about the grace and kindness with which he's been treated so far.]

But yeah, a disguise as fast as possible sounds like a good first step. I don't have any of your money-- uh, fuck, obviously-- but if I have anything worth selling to help with whatever helping me out is going to cost then it's yours.

[Stretching, wincing again at the sharp stab from his shoulder where he had landed on it when he arrived, he heads for the stairs up and out of the underground dwelling.]

I'll be careful not to be seen, back in a few.