Tom shrugs-- he's since learned 'I lived in a van' gets the wrong kind of attention-- and hums a bit more. "A bit, yeah, uh... maybe you just have one of those faces." He shrugs, and steps back a bit. He doesn't want to come off... strange. And this guy might be a vampire after all, who knows.

"What, uh, what'd you come here for?" He asks, curious and wanting for companionship. His inner wolf longs for a pack, and the hotel is always too empty for his tastes.