For the second time since his arrival, someone addresses Carlisle by name before he can introduce himself -- someone recognizes him. For the second time, he doesn't know if it's that they met him somewhere else, or if they knew him as the abomination he became upon death. For the second time, he feels panic shoot through him, his energies riled, his body stiffening as a shiver races down his spine, one that cuts through the dulled senses of undeath. He spins on his heel, flattening against the door, the glow of his eyes vibrant in the soft light of the hallway as they land on the girl who addressed him.

"Wh- why do you ask?" he inquires immediately, not even the barest hint of recognition crossing his face -- what of his face is visible.