Mithias didn't hesitate. He ran to the helicopter and jumped in with the ease and grace given to his kind. The artificial lights of the cabin illuminated his pale skin and ragged clothes. His uniform had rips and tears in it, bloodstains, and a rather large hole on the side of his chest. he looked slightly gaunt, but his wounds had obviously healed. His weapons were covered in dried blood, vampire blood. He looked like hell. 

The vampire leaned against the back of his seat and peered at Miller with his inhuman, golden eyes. His fangs were apparent in his hunger. "Do not fear me, Miller. I will not harm you. I am grateful for the lift."