[ Daniel is already half way toward a stall that seems the kind to stock cigarettes when he hears that comment, and he turns to throw Kisame a look while still walking backward toward the stand. ]

Look, I was just worried you a local or somethin' and you were gonna beat me up, okay. It wasn't conscience, it was self preservation.

[ No it was not, but maybe if he says it enough he'll start to beliece it. He ducks behind the stand and finds what he's after lined up in a glass fronted cabinet. Then he finds a few stacks of magazines and rifles through them till he locates one of those puzzle books with the free pen, and sticks that under his arm. At least he'll have something to do later. Providing all the puzzles aren't blank, too.

He makes his way back over, then looks toward the exit of the train station. There's a few couches lining the corridor, so he jogs over to one, swiping a handful of empty leaflets as he goes. ]

Okay, so you're.. you're from somewhere that doesn't have trains, and... bloodline... horses... eaten....

[ For a little while he's just scribbling detail after detail about what he's gleamed from Kisame already, then when he feels like he's got enough, he looks up. ]

I'm a pretty normal guy, all things considered. I come from the US, I live.. wherever I've got a roof, and for the last ten years or so I've been the... human slave, I guess, to an ancient vampire.