Dracula turned toward this woman, short, proud, human, and forced a smile to his face, eyes still somewhat stunned form the view. "A trickster-god? Why me?"

His voice was really was really quite reasonable, now, despite his scowl. Dracula did not like things that went wrong, and this counted as something that Had Gone Wrong. Back at home, the monsters would be rioting and the humans would be panicking and he could just imagine the mess they would make! He grimaced at his internal dialogue and shook his head.

"Is this ship run by humans?"