She gave him an extremely saturnine look as the elevator doors opened into the garage. "Me neither, Scooby Doo," she tossed back before striding out, scarlet ponytail swinging. "The sun bothers me, but it won't toast me."

Her bloodline carried the genetic makeup that allowed them to move about during the day. It was uncomfortable, to be sure, and she had to wear heavy clothing, dark sunglasses, and had to limit her exposure as much as she could, but the UV wouldn't kill her.

She paused, hand on a hip and a saucy expression aimed his way. "Disappointing, is it?"