Sam was more than a little surprised. Although not necessarily in a bad way. She took the vial from Liv, holding it with the same delicacy as one might hold a nuclear bomb. Not that her vitae could hurt her. But it was still hard not to think of it as a deadly weapon.

It was.

She frowned a little. "You know," she said. "I saw you taking down a bunch of those vials." Her friends, she presumed. "And I immediately thought to myself...no one would take down my vial for me."

Depressing as fuck. But also true.