Ereba's eyebrow arched up, a bemused smile creeping across her face. The new born had yet to realize where she was. Looking back, she motioned behind her. "Not sure what you mean by woods, but you're presently in Central Park," she said. "I'm just out for an evening stroll. Quite normal, I think?"
The sound of approaching footsteps drew Ereba's attention as a lone man walked on by the nearest pathway. She nodded to him as he nodded back. There was curiosity in his eyes - no doubt wondering if this 'Ava' girl was drunk or worse. Her eyes refocused on the bite wound. It seemed one of her kind had been careless. The etiquette demanded those that turned another oriented them to their new life. If neglected, new born's turned feral. Feral, in turn, drew unwanted attention. That attention drew the presence of the hunters - or the Enclave. Ereba shuddered at the thought.
Ereba extended her slender slightly bronze hand. "It'll come back. Your memories to be more precise," she said. "I'm Ereba. Nice to meet you Ava. I'm on my way to a pretty, little cafe just around the block. I'd be pleased if you joined me. Assuming you have no other plans to attend to?"