"I don't want to hurt anyone. Believe me, been there done-" Caroline cut herself off quickly. It was probably, actually definitely, not a good idea to bring up the times she'd hurt humans, killed humans.Though she did it mostly in the defense of her friends, Caroline was not foolish enough to believe that killing was killing and taking life? Not good. As much as Steve seemed like an honest, nice, and trusting guy, hearing that a vampire, which he just found out was a vampire, had killed humans couldn't help her cause at all. Most people wouldn't care about the reason, even if the twelve witches were in the process of killing her best friend when Caroline interfered. "It's complicated..." she added, trailing off. That was putting lightly, really, really lightly. Somehow, she had the feeling that "complicated" was not something the Steve was not use to. In fact, she was pretty sure everyone in this town knew what "complicated" was. They just had different doses and kinds of it. She was sure as normal as Steve appeared, he had his own complicated to deal with. Had he ever killed anyone? Caroline doubted it. He seemed like a good guy, honest and open, and willing to help people, not slaughter them. Still, he said he knew someone like her, someone struggling to be good and do the right thing. Caroline was the perfect example; appearances were deceiving in this world, magic portals be damned.
At his question about how much blood she required, Caroline put a finger to lips in honest, deep thought. Not much, especially when things like coffee and alcohol helped with the blood lust all the time. "Not a lot really. Not even enough to cause harm. Things like caffeine and alcohol help with the cravings for it." she replied with a weak smile. "It keeps the blood circulating in the veins. Curbs the cravings." It was probably while the small amount of from the animals she was able to catch and feed from was enough to sustain her so far. Without either concoction, Caroline wasn't so sure she'd be still standing, let along looking like herself and not a walking, talking corpse-which she actually was. "Help me?" His offer of aide broke through her depressing thoughts on starving vampires and she looked at him curiously. "Really? You'd let me have a few blood bags-" She cut herself off again abruptly. No, not blood bags, but Steve barely knew her. Why would he offer himself to possible self-harm or worse for a stranger? Some girl eating a rabbit in the woods? "I mean you're not...I mean you wouldn't. Blood bags, right?" She didn't like to feed off of humans; she hadn't fed from a human in a long time. Still, it might be her only choice.