Kyou
"I don't think vampires are real, well at least I haven't encountered any. Isn't segregation a problem in human society? I've read history books pertaining to things like that, so I guess the knowledge I have is probably outdated. Hey, is there a reason people keep on asking me if I 'dye' my hair? I have no idea what dyeing is, does the word have a different meaning besides being killed?"
Kyou turned to him just as the elevator doors opened. She stepped through and gave him a look, before laughing a little. "First of all, vampires are definitely not real, they're just a fairy tale, and the only reason that people call me that is to try and get to me since I'm such a bitch to them. Second of all, segregation?" she burst out laughing, shaking her head. "Segregation hasn't been a problem since the mid-1900's. Yes, there's still racism, and yes, there are people who try their best to make people who look, think, or act different, just want to leave or, even worse, die. However, segregation isn't a problem during this day and time, so I think you're okay. As for your hair color, it's merely an odd color to have for hair. The only people that a person ever sees with white hair, is someone with a genetic fault, such as people that are albino. Only, that includes having red eyes," she said logically, starting down the hall.
"Dyeing your hair is when you mix together certain chemicals and wash them through your hair, causing it to become a different color. You can also get highlights, which is merely taking strands of your hair and dyeing them a certain color," she told him, pausing before a pair of doors.
They were see-through and, when looked through, revealed rows of beds with a child lying in each one. Most were hooked up to machines by different tubes and were either sickly and pale, thin and green, or a mixture of all. They were obviously ill, and many were bald, but despite all this, several had parents, friends, siblings, or at least one person that knew them beside their beds. She looked over at Christian. "Prepare yourself, a lot of them aren't well enough to even sit up," she said. She pushed open the doors and strode in, and immediately many children perked up and smiled. "Kyou-chan," one called out, her voice slightly hoarse. Kyou smiled and made her way over to the child. "Hello, Hilly," she said, petting the girl's hand. "Are you having fun with your new doll I brought you last week?" she asked, smiling at the girl. She whipped up the doll and hugged it to her face. "I named her Sandy. Isn't she pretty?" Hilly gushed, smiling brightly at Kyou. Her eyes widened when she saw Christian. "Kyou-chan! Whose that man? He's really handsome. He has cool hair, too!" she cried, lifting her hand to wave eagerly at him. "Hi-hi! My name's Hilly, what's yours?" she asked.