[She doesn't even have to look, just lets her shoulders slope and exhales a breath in what is the slightest of humorless laughs. Figures, right? All over again and she's not sure she can take it a second time. Maybe succumbing won't be that bad. Maybe her blood isn't tainted yet, he can get a drink out of her this time rather than giving her the painless treatment. Hell, maybe she'll just stay dead.
... Would that even be better?] I wish we had a little booze left.