She shrugs when he says that he's not going to kill her, a sort of permanent shrug that leaves her shoulders sort of hunched up. "Oh." Just that one word, and she then forces herself to stand up straight, to drop her arms even though she stuffs her hands in her pockets. It's clear she's making herself because he'd seen the transformation, that she's forcing the smile on her lips.

"He's a good guy. He's just- he's got a problem, and-" She licked her lips. "His blood is poisonous. He wanted me to warn you." She doesn't talk about what he did to her, about what the other guy did. Because she's fine.