The guy is at the window with an uncanny speed that would maybe strike the unwary as eerie. To Blade, it is classic suckhead. They lose track of what it is to be human, so even when they're putting on their best show, there will always be tells. Always. The fluid speed is one. He can be just that fast himself, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't notice it for what it is. Familiarity can't breed ignorance in a hunter.

"N..no. I had an accident a while back. There's nowhere on this road for help. I..I'm afraid. What if I heal funny before I get anywhere? What if I...die? You've gotta get me to help, miss, please!"

Die. Hmph. As Blade silently prepares a silver garrote, he has to keep from snorting. Yeah, this suckhead'll die just like the rest. Maybe it'll be a good critique of his shitty performance. Hamming it up much? He was almost glad that he finally had someone to share this bullshit with. You had to see it to believe it.