[It might be for the best that there isn't a fresh kill for her first taste of blood post-death. She's still adjusting to the shiny of enhanced senses, an overwhelming swirling sensation all around her that could've easily pushed her to do what she wouldn't have wanted to, at least before turning. Now it's a whole 'nother story, so far as morals go. Since that raw instinct is... there, after all.
But for the time being she's all smiles, a new lease on 'life' giving her no reason to feel sad. She slips her arm through his and just waves her hand playfully.] Lead the way then, sir. Let's get this party staaaarted.