"All right." Maybe it wouldn't take her away from the events of the past couple of days, but he could at least give her a few hours of respite. He knew how hard it was to push it away. The worst images burned into the mind were frustratingly hard to get away from.
He nearly started laughing when she pulled out the pencil. As it was, the corner of his mouth twitched up as he took in her weapon of choice for the night. "No, it will. Go for the eye," he said, miming a jab. It was possible to kill someone with a pencil. A few different ways. Vampires were up in the air. He assumed as long as it went in at the right angle, avoiding the ribs and sternum, maybe it could reach the heart.
"It might come in handy." He hadn't left his apartment unarmed either, bringing along something a little more deadly than the pencil Martha was wielding, but sharing didn't seem appropriate. "Italian all right?"