"I don't know," he admits frankly, because the whole thing had been such a rush and a panic that he'd sort of just turned his mind off. If he has been bit, he's not aware of it, though now he's working to try and see if the rip had been teeth, but it looks like the jagged edge of metal, instead. Lucky, really, that it's just a mild scrape, but it does make him wonder if he's got all his shots up to date.

The touch to his neck is enough to calm him a little, but not enough. Panic is bubbling on his lips as he tries to explain. "I was walking down a back alley, just to get to the bus, I heard a noise, I heard this noise, and there it was."