Haunted Wood Stalking through the trees

The excuse was sound enough, but he didn't trust this woman nearly enough for it to clear her of all suspicion from his perspective. Her calm response honestly caught him off-guard; perhaps he'd misjudged her. No, not quite... he was projecting, Black Hat realized. Her unnatural lack of self-preservation and show of admiration towards him despite his blatant abuse was... uncomfortably familiar, to say the least.

But he wasn't going to apologize for it, nor was he going to mention that other nutjob, if only to prevent inquiries about his past. Instead, he grumbled, for he still held a grudge against her from having sustained such a debilitating injury from her fangs. And well, Black Hat also just tended to be a grouch, especially when woken up from one of his rare bouts of sleep.

Deciding not to argue for his own sanity, he dragged himself up into a sitting position. You never told me your name, He said, steering the conversation onto a more casual route.