It occurred to Hajime that perhaps unexpectedly coming across her father who apparently had some idea of what they'd been doing all this time was not the best thing. He assumed that there was some facet of human interaction that might have prepared him for such an encounter, only he was uncertain as to how to proceed on some level. Humans dealt with this sort of thing all the time, after all. Territorial monster posturing, he could handle. But not surprise relatives.

"She's...doing well enough, given the circumstances." He maintained most of his outer calm, but inwardly, he wondered if he was doing this right. His body language became slightly tense, although his facial expression didn't change. A human would know how to proceed. And he was not a human. Undead didn't do interpersonal relationships, as much as Hajime was trying to learn. "Things happened. She's no longer a vampire, but..." He stopped for a moment, considering how to go on. "She's handling it." He wondered if he should add something to the effect that she'd stopped him from tearing apart the one responsible. That might make things even more awkward.