Moira didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or not. She had never been called pretty before..only her mother had called her that a few times. She never thought of herself or anyone as being pretty. She only thought about blood. Mason stopped glancing at him and hid his face back under his hoodie while keeping his gaze on the floor. "....Hi.." He muttered, before partially retreating back into the shadows. He didn't like talking to strangers.