Marl sighed, sitting down at the small table that was in the room. "No, you don't pass of as a hunter, yet you seem to know what you are doing, so either you know of the trade, or you'know whats out there and how to deal with them. You don't have the actions of a hunter" Marl said, leaning across the table, he watched her. 

He took off his cap, laying it on the table, looking at it. "Connor...Connor's one of a kind. I assume you know now why I've been paranoid with him about blood. Connor should have died four years ago. The dead man's blood was a desperate move by a desperate man to try and save an innocent. I'd read, come across dead mans blood, and had some on me. So I tried. Its the same reason why Connor didn't kill that werewolf girl he couldn't save-Whose fine by the way if he asks. You blame yourself"

He fell silent for a few moments. "Connor's unique. I don't think the dead man's blood would have worked if he didn't have the nature that he does, or the conviction to do things right..." 

he trailed off, but there was a hint of pride there, a slightly, almost unnoticeable smile, and then he looked back up at Elizabeth. "You aren't human"