Bertie had reasoned to himself that it was only half an hour. He'd walk about just for a half hour, avoid anyone that set his mouth to water, then right back to Terezi's little room. He was going absolutely crackers being cooped up in one place for an age, though. Young Bertram wasn't one for exercise on the whole, but he liked some change of scenery. Terezi had threatened that it was on his own head if he attacked anyone, and that she'd smelling him. She'd licked her tongue around her mouth after that, which was incredibly disconcerting.

In any case, he was out and taking full advantage of it on his way over toward the wishing pond to make one more go at appealing to their ailing deity on Ienzo's behalf. He was pulled up entirely short by a presence nearby that was shortly accompanied by a man.

He was a vampire. Bertie wasn't entirely sure how he knew that - something like with darkness inside Hajime? - but he was certain.

Bertie stood, still as a statue, on the path, watching the other man as he drew near. It wasn't often he saw another chap in a doggy suit sporting a walking stick. He didn't look or smell particularly pleasant. Certainly nothing to eat, which was a relief. "What ho," he called a bit stiffly when the other man was in hailing distance. "Just arrived?" He really hoped so. Terezi hadn't mentioned another vampire in their midst last night.