An eyebrow arched. "Destruction is also of the bad. Unfortunately it just can't be helped sometimes." Like when some demon or vampire got it in its head to throw her through a window or door. They couldn't just toss her across the room, absolutely not. They had to destroy as much as possible during their fight. For what? To prove how macho they were? Ooh, big scary vampire can destroy a door. "That's refreshing. It seems like a lot of people are gung ho, "teach me how to fight!" It's kind of nice to meet someone who would rather take the more peaceful way out than kick some ass."
She drew her legs up and settled cross legged, setting the cat in her lap. It was strangely peaceful like this, sitting there petting the cat and talking to the new guy, who turned out to be a pleasant conversationalist. This, she decided, was a better way to spend the evening than stuck in her room with a video game. "That has to suck. If you have a problem here, you can just call up tech support or take it to the Geek Squad and they'll help you out." The wince prodded a quick apology from Vi. "Sorry. Just Vash," she said quickly. "You'll know when I'm yelling." She tilted her head, frowning in curiosity. "You had an insurance person following you? Yikes."
She shook her head. "I'm sure it's great but I'm still stuffed from dinner. Unlike competitive eaters, my stomach holds slightly less. Although I do love food," she admitted. "If it's a professional competition, they do. Some just do it for bragging rights."