Greyson watched the other vampires as they introduced themselves, trying to keep still in order to avoid further aggravating her wounds. As Krov spoke, her expression shifted to hurt, and her gaze fell to the floor. Not the sort of hurt that was still resonating through her body from the attacks of the Black Blades, but the hurt pride that came when someone proclaimed you to be useless. Though she was relatively young for a vampire, that did not mean that she was inexperienced. A half a decade was plenty enough time. Even battle experience, which Krov boasted of, she had some of. Did he think that the blood on her clothes had materialized out of thin air? She'd had to fight her way out of the city, and it had been far from easy. However, she kept quiet. Greyson wasn't the sort to begin an argument over something so menial. And even if she were that sort, she was too weak at the moment. 

The assembled group was varied. Chiyo seemed confident, and kind enough. As Kuro spoke, Greyson frowned. His voice was familiar, and it took her a moment to recognize him as the one who had given her blood outside. "You don't look too well, big sister... How I wish I can help..." he said to her. 

[b]"You're over a thousand years old, and you call me big sister?"[/b] she asked quietly, giving a weak laugh. Her smile quickly degraded into a wince at the sharp pain. Laughing was a poor idea. [b]"But you did help. Thank you, Kuro-kun."[/b]

She went quiet again, listening to the remainder of the introductions. A young-looking girl spoke up, introducing herself as Karina. When she said her age, Greyson was surprised. She had never met a vampire so young. How had this girl been faring for the past few months?

And again, as Krov spoke, she forced herself to remain silent. At his suggestion to go out and find more humans, it was all she could do to keep from furiously agreeing. She had to exercise patience if she wanted to stay here. A wounded vampire was a liability more than anything. She had no right to be making requests for blood, though she was certain she could have drained a half dozen corpses at the moment. Clenching her jaw slightly, Greyson closed her eyes and let her head rest back against the wall.