A thin smirk painted itself across Sam's lips. "Mostly good will," she admitted. "I'm fucking unpopular and, as I've been told, both obnoxious and disliked." Admittedly, no one in the clown rodeo had out and out said it. But plenty of people had back home. And Sam didn't think she'd changed all that much. She knew what she was. And she knew just how grating she could be.

Not to mention...

She grimaced a little. "Also, I'm a vampire. So I guess this is a way of proving I'm not some kind of horrible mass murderer. You know? Here to help. Try the booze. Shit like that."