For part of the time Peter was getting ready, Phaedra just stood there and watched him.
There was an expression that her only real friend, back at the Firm had, about how you have to be dead not to look. Phaedra guessed that being a magically animated corpse did not, in this case, count as dead.
Midway through watching Peter get himself together, she started to do the same, though Phaedra seriously considered going outside naked. She actually pouted a little when she went to the closet to see what else of hers was in there. Sure enough, the black duster was there, as expected. But everything she wanted was already out in the open. She had her pants halfway up when Peter addressed her.
C'mon, ves'tacha. Let's go see the sun.
She felt something in her stomach drop, then managed a smile at the ridiculous timing of such a nice statement. She wiggled herself the rest of the way into her jeans, pulled on her boots, and gave Peter a nod. Part of her still thought she might burst into flames or go immobile once she was fully outside. They were about to find out.
She was waiting by the door in another second, almost hopping back and forth in anticipation. She'd gone past Peter at vampire speed.