Sam watched the exchange with the cabin, his patience growing thin. He didn't know what the woman had been looking for in his eyes, or what she was talking about regarding paths to take.
He didn't much care either.
He looked from the cabin to the woman and then stood.
"No killing yet," he agreed. "It was nice to meet you, Jane Doe."
He didn't know what the woman's deal was, but he was uncomfortable with the way she was looking at him, like she somehow saw right through to him to see what was missing. It was possible that she was telepathic like Lestat had been. If that was the case, then he was going to have to be a whole lot more careful in the City if there were a bunch of telepaths running around wild. Or he was going to have to find a way to just end every last one.