When next she speaks, it's still with that voice, the one which comes naturally when she's like this, when it takes focus to sound like a normal human being. (The rest of the time, the pretense comes easily. More easily, at least.)

"Candlelighter." As if that should be explanation enough, but she's ducking her head, taking a few steps back like somehow that'll make a difference, as if Hasibe won't see her anymore if she just keeps on retreating. That's what she does best, after all. Run from conflict, evade everything and hope for the best. She might be a monster (hybrid, there's a difference) but she's a coward, as well.

She crouches back down, and with that motion, the black retreats from her eyes and those extra rows of teeth disappear back into her gums. Jules keeps holding onto that arm, though, inspecting the ruined flesh without an ounce of pleasure. The feed is meant to be when the monster comes forward, and yet-- somehow, that desire has wilted in the face of discovery. The need for the flesh is still there, still pangs in her gut, but the mere thought of tearing flesh away with her teeth while a friend watches is too repugnant. "In theory. It's better than taking anyone that's just conveniently walking by." Flat, but definitely human-sounding again. Hurt and bitter and utterly jaded, and all human. "It's meant to be, at any rate."