Greyson nodded her head in acknowledgement as Hisako introduced herself. Her expression showed gratitude through her pain, and it came from the bottom of her heart. If she'd had more energy, she would have put forth the effort to properly thank Hisako. It took a special sort of person to step forth in the process of protecting others. But as it was, Greyson was having a difficult enough time keeping herself sitting against the wall, and trying to pay attention to what was being said. She didn't have the mental or physical energy right now to expend on thank-you's. 

She cleared her throat as Hisako pointed to her. [b]"Greyson,"[/b] she answered. [b]"My name is Greyson Moore."[/b]

After a moment's delay, she realized that Hisako had also asked for age. Though Greyson was conscious now, she was far from fully alert. [b]"And I'm sixty-five,"[/b] she answered quickly. 

While she waited for everyone else to make their introductions, she took mental inventory of her wounds. The mouthful of blood she'd had had been enough to stop the bleeding and delay death. But beyond that, nothing much seemed to have happened. She could still feel the acute pain of open bullet wounds at her shoulder and side, and the sting of where the holy water had splashed her. Her throat was still parched with a burning thirst. [i]...we'll need more humans than the four downstairs...[/i]. That was what Hisako had said. Four humans, for a total of seven vampires. She cringed as she realized that it was far from enough to feed them comfortably, never mind deal with the wounds of an injured one. No, she would have to force herself to tolerate this pain for some time, or else she may risk burdening everyone else with thirst,