She needed to trust him, and she did. Okay to do that she kind of had to ignore the look on his face and the fact Mitchell was unconscious in a chair. If he woke up she was fucked. She felt worse for Cutler though, the sight of him had been unexpected, he looked so rough and it occurred to her that perhaps this was the worse of it, that he just got through through this maybe he could try going clean like Mitchell was always saying. Maybe she was just making everything worse, Christ she was practically a drug dealer. "No," she replied sounding slightly shocked. "No," she said again in lieu of anything else.
"Good to know," she muttered. It would be okay. There'd been vampires on the train who she'd fed, ones she hadn't even known, that had been infinitely more dangerous. She ran her hand through her hair at the question, and found herself smiling. Fuck. "It's pretty good to see him again, yeah," she admitted. Which was really something of an understatement, but she didn't like to think about that.
"It's okay," she said quickly, sensing his discomfort at the topic. "I'm not the biggest fan of needles, it's all a bit too much like back home really, and...you wouldn't be the first. You'd already gone but...yeah." It was strange because she'd thought about him quite a lot then, when she'd had fangs in her neck, like it should have been him, because he was the one that was trying to keep things clean and safe and detached and because he was her actual friend, which made it better in her mind. But then she hadn't been in much of a state for rational thought at the time. "Don't worry about it, Cutler. I've almost offered a few times actually, it's just sort of weird to bring up to someone, you know?"