Abigail had yet to see him shoot, but she had confidence in him. She nodded and sat down on the floor, leaning against the edge of the bed. "Just.. just in case he does get ahold of me.." She licked her suddenly dry lips. "If he turns me, it takes a few days for it to take, it's not immediate. I've got some of the cure with me, but not much. If it doesn't work, I'm counting on one of you to do what has to be done."
She'd kill herself before she harmed another human being or became a monster herself. "I won't live like that."
With that said she sighed and stretched. "But, I will say one thing. Drake is more noble when it comes to fighting than any other vampire I've ever seen. He doesn't just kill to kill or go around turning unless there's a good reason. If it comes down to a fight, he prefers swords, considers it a battle of honor and nobility. Considering the time he's from that's understandable."
"He may not be ruthless, but he is calculating, cunning and very smart. We'll have to have our wits about us. Lastly, none of us are to engage him on our own. That's suicide. I need to find a doctor or scientist who could possibly help with getting this serum to work more permanently."
Then she looked at Booth. "Any luck in the real estate front?" This hotel was beginning to work on her nerves. So little privacy with house keeping and the walls were rather thin.