Oh yeah. The brunet was really beginning to think she was a few screws short of a hardware store. Schizophrenic, bipolar banpire was sounding more and more legit as the seconds passed.
He gave her a searching look. "A broken neck is still a broken neck. Ever had one of those?"
Although he'd healed animals and other creatures of broken wings and legs, he had never healed another person with a broken neck before. Somehow Xan doubted it would turn out well. Dead was dead, after all. He had a fleeting thought about trying to heal a vampire. Was it possible? Would it make things worse?
Either way, he didn't want to risk it. Just because she had asked for a ride, didn't mean he was obligated to give her one. Maybe if she hadn't flipped out at him. Except he had left his spare helmet at home anyway. Back on the other coast. Which reminded him; he needed to get to the bookstore.
"You're a vampire. You're not invincible. There's a difference," stated the biker calmly as he pulled on his helmet. "Get a helmet and we'll talk. Look, I gotta get going, alright?"