Grey probably shouldn't have been doing this, but she couldn't leave Cutler in the lurch, she just couldn't. She couldn't help but wonder why he'd asked her though, she knew there were other people giving him blood, not that she had any objections to being to one he thought of when things turned to shit. It was nice to feel needed.
She made herself to the room and let herself in, it seemed more appropriate than knocking for some reason, plus she wasn't really sure what kind of a state Cutler would be in. She frowned at the sight of him, then glanced over at Mitchell. Unconscious, okay that wasn't great. She quite liked Mitchell at times, as long as they as avoided the topic of blood things were fine between them, but she felt like she was committing some terrible betrayal. She was closer to Cutler though, not just because he'd provided her with vodka when she'd wanted nothing more than to be drunk, there was a bit more to it than that.
"You look like shit," she said, turning her attention back to Cutler. "You're not gonna accidentally kill me, right? Only I'm pretty happy at the moment so I'd just y'know rather you not." Once upon a time she wouldn't have minded so much, but now well like she'd said she was feeling happy, probably happy for the first time in a while.