He's actually fond of dogs, at least in general. He's never had one yet he's always found the creatures quite charming, unless they'd been trained to be cruel. It must have been quite a beast to go after a human like that, he thinks grimly. It's impossible not to know the ill-fated history of her family, and it seemed that Abigail was no exception. His eyes narrowed for a moment as his mind wandered — could a family truly be so horribly unlucky? Or was it something deeper? "I can imagine," he noted quietly, imagining what sort of vehemence would have been required to make that sort of injury.

She mentioned she was learning her way around with crutches, and he made a sympathetic noise. "Must make transport dreadful." Mostly he avoided it, because of what he was. Too many smells, too many heartbeats. He may be older than most vampires, yes, that did not make his control of his hunger peerless. Avoiding temptation was quite vital, and there was no escaping a hunger pang that struck on the tube. "I don't suppose you need a ride. I drove here, I could give you a ride if you like."