Still within the span of her mortal life, Sam had mostly managed to avoid contemplating eternity. There were moments when it would slip into her thoughts. She would shove it into some dark, cramped corner of her mind, to think about at some later time. Eventually, that time would come, but she wasn't ready for that.

Helen seemed...well, on the surface she seemed pretty well-adjusted, anyway. There was some comfort in that. Of course, she probably didn't have to drink blood or live without sunlight. So her circumstance wasn't really compatible with Sam's.

But it was a somewhat soothing thought. For a minute or two.

"I would imagine," she said. "You must have lived through some pretty badass scientific advances, too."