Katherine nodded. He was right. Morality was really not the pressing matter here, was it? When Hal passed the girl off to her, she dropped down with her in her lap, quickly biting her wrist with sharp fangs extended, pressing it against the girl's mouth to let the blood run into her mouth. She was barely ven conscious, there was no struggle from her, no fight left in her. She was on death's door. And Katherine, morality of compulsion be damned, was going to save her.
It took a bit for the blood to work through the girl's system, but once it had she jerked upright, sprang back to life with a gasp, eyes wide like a doe caught in headlights. And then the babbling came. The confused, fear-stricken sort of rambling. "What happened? There- there was this guy and he, he came out of nowhere and-- wh-who are you? H-how did I get here? Where did he go? He was- I don't know what he was...but, but he was gonna kill me, I-I thought I was--"
"Hey," Katherine made the girl bring her attention to her. "Look at me." she said, holding the girl's face in her hands. "You were out with friends. You were walking home, got in a scuffle. The guy mugged you. Nothing more. You're fine. You're going to come into my house, get cleaned up, then you're going home."
She nodded, almost dumbfounded, and repeated the story Katherine had put into her mind. "I was out with friends and got mugged on the way home, but I'm fine. I'm going to get cleaned up and I'm going home."
"Good," she nodded, "come on." she said, helping her to her feet. She glanced over her shoulder at the other two. "I don't care what you do to him. Whatever it takes." was all she said on the matter of Peter Vincent before slipping inside to help the girl get cleaned up so she could go home.