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That's just not the kind of person I am.

Nah, wouldn't think so. You Petrellis are a nosy bunch. [ he says it with no small degree of affection. ]

I wasn't even raised a Petrelli, and I still managed to grow up with that gene. [ Not said unfondly, for how much trouble it's gotten her into, which leads her to... ] So, how much do you know about me, exactly?

[ that sure was a question. he took a second to think about it, followed by an almost audible shrug. ]

The basics? Dunno if you heard, but a few months back we all did something of a memory jam. Got a few of Peter's...and your dad's. Other than that, not much if I'm honest.

Peter mentioned something about it, but... [ She still doesn't want to talk about it. About Nathan. Even if she recognizes that actively facing the unpleasantness of that conversation is something that needs to be done. ] It's just strange, but I guess it shouldn't be. People have known things about me without me telling them for years. What do the basics consist of?

[ Part of her feels bad for grilling him so often, but she has to be sure. ]

You want to know if I know what your can do.

That answers that question.

You're one big superhero family, I get it. I'm a vampire, I'm not about to judge.

[ Wait, what? ]

Wait, what?

Yep. Surprise.

Come on. You're joking.

[ Years of surprises of this caliber and spaceships aside, vampires are still not something she has ever actually accepted as real. ]

If it is, there's no punchline.

You're immortal, right? It's not so different. [ except for how it's way different. ]

[ Yeah except for that one little thing. ]

Did you want to get turned into a vampire?

I didn't ask for it, if that's what you mean.

[ Sorry, Spike, she's sensitive. And burning with questions about this, considering there is a very real chance she's going to turn around in 500 years and be alone in the world with Sylar. ]

How long have you been a vampire?

Around about... A buck twenty, give or take.

[ he has a surprising amount of patience for interrogation. esp if it means she might eventually trust him 8( ]

[ She nods, and it's audible through the swish of hair against the mouthpiece. It's a short while before she says anything, and when she does her voice is surprisingly casual, a careful study. ]

I hate the thought of it.

Of vampires? [ no wait, he's picking up what she's dropping down... ] You mean living forever.

I've never really had to deal with the thought of vampires. [ She pauses for effect, stopping to consider, and to derail that train so that she doesn't have to discuss it any longer than necessary. ] I don't think they bother me too much.

Well, good. Cause you'll probably be seeing a decent amount of me from now on.

[ he'll leave it for now, even if she did bring it up... ]

I'm glad that Peter's managed to make friends despite the circumstances.

[ She will just be over here, continuing to be oblivious. ]

Your uncle's a friendly type, he does just fine.

Yeah, I don't think I've met very many people who didn't like Peter the first time that they met him.

[ Maybe Sylar. Or her father. ]

I can see why. He was one of my first friends on the ship.

[ there's a whole lot of affection packed into the statement, but he's trying to move it aside. ] Point is, you need anything he can't get you: you've got it via me.

[ uncle by proxy? he's so bad at this. ]

[ Admittedly she isn't used to this kind of upfront kindness from relative strangers, and as a paranoid creature by habit and experience, it's in her nature to be suspicious. But anyone that Peter has cleared is usually good in her book, even if his opinions toward Sylar there at the end were a little dicey. ]

What, so you're like my space version of Red from Shawshank Redemption? You don't sound like Morgan Freeman.

[ It's okay, Spike. Allow her terrible jokes to make everything worse. ]

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