It did get drummed into her, and she's not altogether sure if she entirely understands, but she accepts it for now, because Vincent likes rules. "Yes, they have, and no, I haven't gone out after dark," she says, almost by rote. "I'm sure you're not worried about me already."
Except there's that slight thrill that he might be. Vincent's not sure if that's something she should suppress or not; it's certainly not something she's used to. Her parents were all about free love, but it's not like there were a lot of boys around during those years living out of the van, so Vincent's certainly never experienced it. Caleb might as well be an alien because, well, he's not James, or Christian, and those are the males she understands.
"It depends on the CD you're looking for," she says, looking up at the unorganized mess around them.