That was certainly a possibility. She began touching over her pajamas. Pants had pockets, but her phone was not there. She glanced down at the ground and made a little sound of triumph when she saw her phone. She scooped it up and slid it into her pocket. She gave him a comforting pat.
"Don't worry, she's probably just outside or something. Or with Frigga." Bryn wasn't one to think they would be the only ones picked off the station. Or at least she hoped they wouldn't be that unlucky. But who was to know? Had she incurred the wrath of the gods by removing her vampiric curse? She shook off the thought. That would be a little self centered if she followed that track. "Let's poke around and see if we can find away outside. I bet she's waiting outside with a nice fresh kill to be cooked up and eaten."