Sunshine watched his reflection in the mirror as his attention flit down to the sink. She was trying hard to overlook it; but the tension in his body when he'd seen her eyes, and coincidentally her blood, was practically palpable in the small space. Now that she wasn't ranting, the knowledge of that fact was setting in. It was true these demons were something entirely alien to that which she knew, but she just couldn't foster the proper fear everyone else seemed to manage. A blood fixation, however, that sent a chill coursing down her spine. The muscles in the backs of her legs flexed, her shoulders set back, she almost allowed her hand to drop away from her bleeding arm but common sense had her keeping it firmly in place. If she needed to, she'd fight. There was little chance she'd stand against a demon, but a vampire she could take. Her pocketknife was still in her pocket, not that she'd need it, but its weight gave her the reassurance she needed. She wasn't helpless.
Funny thing was, he didn't look like a vampire. Vampires, as she knew them, had the distinct and undeniable appearance of being dead. Sure, they might be able to glamour their physique somehow, but Sunshine seriously doubted that would work on her at this point in the game. But then, this was a new world with new rules. Assuming he had been just as careful as he claimed about salt and traps - which she was starting to think might be a rather large assumption on her part - she had no way of knowing if they actually worked on demons. She had yet to see it even if the people running around insisted it should. And, so what if they worked on demons? She was pretty sure the vampires she knew would have found salt laughable. If he expected a response to his words, he was doomed to be disappointed. Demon, no demon, vampire - her mind was too entangled to decide what it would have said, so she kept silent.
It confused the hell out of her when he stepped away. It was possible he was right and that there weren't any demons here. The problem is that "demons" left out a whole host of baddies Sunshine has as being higher up on the 'if you see it, kill it or run' list. Damn, this had been the opposite of what she'd been going for. What she wanted more than anything else right now was someone to trust. There was still a little boy and a lot of good civilians not too far from here being led by someone potentially a pawn to Lucifer. She didn't have the time to get herself killed right now either, so she had to try and keep her cool.
In a flat voice, watching him and trying not to think about what all he could have in that bag, Sunshine answered, "Not very." The cut wasn't all that deep, but she could feel the tacky sensation of her blood through the cloth by now. It didn't mean she was going to point it out. "It's fine. I can take care of it." Of course, she could take care of it better with some antiseptic and a roll or two of surgical gaze along with cotton and another set of hands, but she was feeling more than a little possessive of her arm at the moment.