Knowing humans had poor night vision, Selene switched on one of the lamps near the fireplace. Shrugging, she loomed over her shoulder at the girl. "The pretend vampires from the projects are mostly afraid of me, and the zombies the music attracts will fertilize what will be my garden come springtime."
"Vodka, tall glass, straight for me. You're Kennedy, right? One of the mouthy ones on the network? Another one of what Faith calls vampire slayers? I'm guessing you know who I am."