"Maybe I like making sure the only vampire among us doesn't decide tonight is the perfect night to go batshit crazy on what looks like absolutely no reason so far." Beat. A bland blink, as she let her head list just barely one direction. Refusing to let what he was, or the fact he was most of a foot taller than her seem like it had any power over her. "Maybe you'd call it my job."

She didn't want to call it caring. But there was something else there.

Something that prickled under. Better people that her had been broken by the multiverse.

"I'd really rather this wasn't the third world I woke up to an unexpected and absolute bloodbath in." Even if there's nothing unexpected sounding to her sentence or the use of that exact word. Like there was a part of her that did expect to wake up to that sooner or later. Nonspecific on whether it would him or just something, anything, anyone, else in this place just as likely.