"If you even can! I'm telling you that vampires are strong. Even the girls. Hell, sometimes especially the girls." Girl power, baby.
Her dating life as normal as her job? It was true. "This probably explains why I don't date so much," she said and then scoffed. "I'm wasting the prime years of my dating life. Not that I'll ever have a break. This is a forever type deal. I guess I should be lucky I wasn't chosen until I was 15. I got to have some fun, girly, teen years of ignorant bliss. The kind you see in those movies where they have those normal guys I was talking about. I mean, I dated some of those normal guys back then, but it was all very - 'oh, he's the love of my life for a week and then I'm dumping him for a different guy' crap. I was spoiled, and a brat. I'm glad I'm not those things anymore. But I miss having that less stressed existence - on occasion." She was talking a lot again, she knew it, but she refused to apologize. In fact, she was thinking maybe it was time for Eliot to talk just as much.
"But what about you, anyway? I mean, how did you become a thief? Or at least, what age did you start? Were you stealing pencils when you were five? Or what? Oh - maybe you were living a total 'normal' life working in an office, stealing office supplies, until you finally broke and stole the fax machine? And ever since then, you need your fix with bigger and better things? And that's when you grew your hair out." She had noticed the hair, yes.
She downed the rest of her glass and it wasn't long after she waved her hand in the air that she was given a replacement to work on.