"So...how old are you?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. "If you don't mind me asking I mean." Oh and she didn't mind the smie, she was well aware she had an animated face.
"That sounds quite a lot worse than stuff blowing up," she admitted. Though of course she'd used her own powers, under controlled situations to kill vampires before.
"He's more than decent," she admitted. "He's...he's good. Amazingly really. I mean his swill power not to drink blood," she paused and gave him an apologetic smile. "Sorry, it's just he's my best friend. And he's done so much for me. I wouldn't be here without him. I'd be, well I'd be properly dead." Or course the same applied to George, but they weren't talking about him, were they? Her face lit up at the mention of hunting. She'd tried on more than one occasion to offer her more offensive services to the Hyperion when thingshad been going wrong but the place was full of people who really knew what they were doing, well Annie made a mean cup of tea so that was her new job role. "Oh really?" she said, clearly excited by this prospect. "I wouldn't mind coming out with you and doing that, if you didn't mind. I mean it's not like to have to worry about me getting hurt or anything because well, already dead and I won't get in your way or anything. Plus I bet I'd make mean bait, assuming the vampires around her are stupid enough to not realise I'm a ghost. We could do both, if you want?"