"Yeah." She looks up, over at him, sweeping strands of hair out of her face with her fingertips, her expression equal parts surprised and grateful that he seems to get it, understands the whole situation. There's a part of you that has to shut down when you're facing the end of the world. Emotions get you killed, or worse - and she'd seen what happens to people who wound up bit, or scratched, and she knows it is worse than dying. It's why she'd made the pact with her sister - the one they'd based the loose con around, managed to pull off several times in quick succession - that if one of them ever got bit, the other would know what to do. Maybe that explains why she'd been able to summon up such convincing tears in the midst of pretending her sister had been bit, because she'd known the reality of the situation wouldn't have been much different.

"I'm not used to this," she adds, faintly, abruptly, turning her face away, taking another hit when she starts to feel her shoulders tense up again. She's smiling when she looks back, mostly at his side admission. "You? Really?"