She had witnessed as much in the movies she had watched with Tony. When they were in a horror movie mood. Yet it was amusing that he thought she was a vampire. "You have nothing to fear, I am not one of the undead. I am a mutant." Though she figured the logic was, that a vampire that wished to be invited in, would most likely lie about not being a vampire at all. So she simply crossed the threshold.
Pale green eyes watched him as he raced to the couch, collecting his phone. Her brows knit together at his sigh, it spoke of despair, and longing. It made her hope that the girl was still alive more than logic told her that she should.
She followed him up the stairs. "It would be best to get a smell that is only hers. Have you been within?" It was a simple nonjudgmental question, after all Tony had been in her room, and she his on a number of occasions. Yet he was the only one, thus far, that had.