Micheletto had been enjoying the solitude of the haunted train car. And someone had to come in and ruin it all. But he recognized Nancy's voice, and the conversation was interesting enough, so he did not leave his hunched position in his shadowy corner, and merely listened to their discussion for the moment.

About the same time Eames sees the disturbing images, Micheletto does too, of a vampire's fangs sinking into his helpless and messily having its fill, followed by the image of his lifeless corpse collapsing to the floor of the train car, a sticky puddle of crimson covering the dusty flooring. But he has enough composure to keep himself together, though it makes his powers over shadow waver slightly, just in time for Nancy to shove a ball of light in his face.

Micheletto squints against the light, holding up a hand over his eyes to shield himself. He gives a soft grunt of displeasure, but finally responds, "... just me."