[ If she weren't trying to escape the direct sunlight, Julie also most likely would not be awake. The truth is, she has little in the way of obligations — she can (and usually does) sleep late into the morning. She prefers afternoon and evening meetings anyway. But it's better to haul herself out of bed early than it is to try and hoist off croissants when people are awake and milling around at night, so she does it anyway.

Without thinking, Julie returns his nod, but then her brow knits deeply. Isn't he — wouldn't — uhhh... hm, is her thought process, and she looks up to the brightening sky before back at him, then the sky again. She's still frowning thoughtfully as she slips through the crowd smoothly to wind up within speaking range of Alucard. ]

I thought you're a vampire. Won't the sun turn you to a little burnt up pork rind? [ For what it's worth, she does sound genuinely concerned. ] It's gonna be full-on risen in a few minutes for the fryin'.

[ She has another sudden thought as she keeps walking. ] Oh shit, I should probably ask you. Duh. Do you use just like, regular floss on your fangs? 'Cause I tried but I keep gettin' scratches on my hands.

[ When she extends her fingers in front of herself, there are indeed multiple little red lines on the backs of her hands. ]