"He's not human, Vampire. Neither are you. Ergo, I don't want to be anywhere near you. Understand this, if I had my way, you lot wouldn't even exist, so I'm not going to try and get pally with you. Comprende? I'm sat here because this bus is full, if it had escaped your notice." Marco hated all this conversation. He'd sat at the front in an attempt to isolate himself from everyone else.
Bored, and with nothing else to do, he extracted one of his knives from under his hoodie, and started lightly throwing it into the air, catching it lightly, and following it with his eyes, not looking at anything else, studying the light reflecting off of it, intent on looking at nothing else.