Paul doesn't know this voice, but he thinks in vague morbid amusement that if he'd known all it took to get a whole bunch of the people in Taxon that he hasn't yet met was to get bitten by a vampire, he'd have-- no, he wouldn't have arranged for it to happen earlier. Not worth it.

He focuses on the tablet, but there's no face to match the woman's voice.

"Thanks for asking," he says with a throat clearing. Ow. "Friend's on the way, bleeding seems to've stopped. Have we met, miss?"