Veronica's mouth opened, and she squeaked a little before she could stop herself.
"Uh."
She smiled slightly, and gestured to the chair. "Sam, d'you wanna sit?"
She thought quickly. Something was definitely wrong here.
"I might," she admitted. She didn't mean Logan--she meant the jerk that had made Logan. "I'm not really sure. I'm more looking at the research aspect of all of it right now. Stuff about vampire habits, how they live... all of that."
Veronica could still get her information. And the more she got Sam to talk, the better she could tell what was wrong. He didn't seem like himself.