[ Hal's still mostly astonished at the amount of profanity coming out of Deb's mouth, so there's another delayed response when she asks the question, and again to put together what the gesture's getting at. The blood, of course; god, but he's got fantastic timing. There's a part of him that's ashamed at his own disheveled state, but it's a very distant one at this point. ]

It's synthetic. [ Said quickly, somewhat defensively. But that's not a very good explanation, so he continues, just shy of frantic. ] I'm a vampire. I was trying to drink out of a bag, but it tore, and the lift - [ Very direct and only half full of shit, too hurried to manage a complete sentence. But vampires and synthetic blood are normal here, aren't they? It's easy enough to hide behind.

Still, it's better to divert interest elsewhere, so he attempts to change the topic. ]

Is it safe for you to stay? With the turkey in pursuit. [ He might be chagrined at having to utter those words at any other time, but not today. ]