Elizabeth was just about to suggest changing his appearance enough to not be recognized. She had gotten another bottle of black dye while she was out sometimes ago..and they could cut his har....though she honestly didn't want to do that. Thoughts of slipping her fingers through his messy hair popped up so suddenly, she had to turn away from the shock of her own thoughts. 

Then the phone rung, and the old man spoke loud enough that she could hear both sides of the conversation. Certainly the fact that his less accepting hunter friend was coming for them was alarming...but ashe couldn't help but muse over the quiestion he had asked. It hit ehr then that Connor said he had almost been a vampire..and that Marl had given him dead man's blood to induce vomitting. That last bit had confused her before, but now she thought she figured it out. 

She watched him a moment after he threw the phone down, wondeng what they would do. Marl seemed to be good enough to figure out it was Connor and where they might be. He would track them as long as he needed to, she was sure. 

Slowly, she walked over and sat on her bed, facing him. "Vampire's blood, right?" she asked quietly, looking for his responce. "you were being turned when he got to you."