God, she was so hungry. So freaking hungry. Her mouth and her gums hurt like she'd been punched by someone a hell of a lot stronger than her (which hell, she had) and her body was practically tingling, yearning for something that she wouldn't have even considered a few hours ago. But it was everything consuming her thoughts - blood, blood, and more blood. Arabelle could hardly drag herself down the street, her jacket wrapped tightly around her torso to cover that her shirt was soaked in blood, and not all of it was even hers. She had fed, and it had tasted so good. All she wanted to do was feed more, she couldn't even concern herself with the fact that she had just killed someone, someone who probably had friends and family that were going to miss him, and she'd just fed on him like he was a freaking slurpee. But god, she just wanted more and more, she couldn't drag herself away from how good it had tasted.

And walking along the crowded streets of New York was so, so not helping the situation. Everyone she walked by she just wanted to rip out their throat and drain them dry. She knew that there was still her own dried blood on her neck, and a bit of it even in her hair, and she just wanted to do that to someone else so badly. Everything about her walking was stiff, trying to resist the urge to just grab them, but god, it was so strong. Arabelle was biting on her own lip hard enough to draw blood, just watching them as they walked by. Because hell, she couldn't handle it, and she didn't know how she was supposed to, but blood was all that she could think about. Everything was so much stronger, and she didn't even know what time it was or when the sun was going to come up, which was honestly a worrying though, but people in New York never slept and were just willing to walk down a crowded street at any time of the day, even knowing that vampires were out there wanting to grab them and just drain them dry. And that was just exactly what she had become.

Stopping herself wasn't even something she considered. Some man bumped into her, and she didn't even think about it, giving him some smile and then in the same second dragging him into an alleyway, throwing him against the wall. She was just too hungry, and there was too much of it, everywhere. Arabelle didn't even consider what she may have looked like when the whites of her eyes darkened and the veins underneath her eyes protruded, her fangs coming up and immediately sinking right into the man's neck, ignoring his shoots and just feeling his resistance go weaker and weaker. But this was all she could even think about, the blood, and it was so good, this was the satisfaction that she needed. When the man had gone completely limp and she couldn't hear the heartbeat anymore, she let him drop on the ground, taking a step back. It was on her lips and dripping down her chin, she could feel it, and could even see that some of it had gotten on her jacket. "Shit," She muttered under her breath, stripping off the jacket and glancing down at her shirt, completely covered in blood. God, what she had done? She shoved the body with her foot aside for a moment, leaning back against the wall - which judging from what it sounded like on the inside, just a club. She could hardly focus on her surroundings, though, completely unaware of what to do.

It tasted way too good for any of her sanity. She of course didn't want to think about any of this - she would have loved to have just been able to shove it in the back of her mind and never have to think about it again. Arabelle knew that it wasn't an option, but god, she could hope, because this was the last thing that she would ever even guessed happening to her. She didn't want to be a monster, not like this, but the blood tasted way too damn good, and she really, really didn't want to stop feeding. Ignoring her head, completely, of course, because almost every aspect of her mind was screaming at her to stop, that she didn’t want to be like the things she hunted. It felt like it was only temporarily satisfying, as well, even if this wasn't her first of the night - and god, she could only hope it would be her last, because she had no clue how she was just supposed to grab a hold of control and pretend that she didn't want to rip out the throat of everyone with a heartbeat. She really, really wanted to. And resisting had already proved itself to be way too difficult, apparently.

Arabelle couldn’t help but run her tongue over the bottom of her lip, leaning back against the wall slightly. The blood definitely covered the majority of her shirt, that was certain. There was a small tear in the short near her chest, and a much more noticeable hole above her belly button, where she’d been not so conveniently stabbed with her own stake... although the hole itself in her stomach was very much gone. The only pain, really, was her mouth - though the strangeness had seemed to grasp her thoughts a bit more than the ache of it had. Feeling them retract, of course, did nothing but add to the strangeness, although the feeling of them gone was at least one less thing that she had to think about. Even if that was the last thing she wanted to think about - because really, blood really seemed to want to be the dominant thought. And that was one thing that she really, really did not want to let happen. It seemed like she'd been monstrous enough for one evening.

The man’s voice surprised her, and she couldn’t help but physically flinch. She hadn’t heard anyone coming, or even thought to try and be aware of her surroundings, because she’d very easily been distracted. She gave the man a brief glance, he didn’t look terrifying or anything of the sort - but judging from what he said, he was one as well. Which you know, normal circumstances, that meant reach for the nearest stake. This naturally was the farthest thing from normal that she’d probably ever experienced, though, that was for certain. And well, the thought hardly even crossed her time, because hell, she was worried and didn’t know what to do... and well, another vampire seemed like the smartest person to go to, probably. Ignoring that she wasn’t exactly friendly with other vampires, of course. ”Yeah,” She released the breath she hardly realized that she’d been holding, her arms crossing beneath her chest as she straightened up, almost as if she was holding herself. ”I’m guessing you’re not?” Hardly a question, really, but logic didn’t seem like it wanted to cooperate at the moment.

How the hell was she supposed to control these kinds of impulses? They were just there, and they were awful, and she didn't know how to deal with them. It had been what, a few hours, if that, maybe? She hadn't a clue the time was, though she was sure she'd gone out just a bit after dark. City lights naturally tended to screw up some of those assumptions, considering that the lights never seemed to really go off. And they'd been annoyingly bright when she'd been walking around, trying you know, not to kill every person that got near her. It was at least easier being away from people - that much was a clear. She didn't want to have to run from people, but the urges for their blood were sure as hell something that she didn't even want to have to consider dealing with. But it'd been shoved down her throat. Accepting it wasn't something that she wanted to do, of course, but it didn't seem like there was going to be much of another option. She would have loved to stay in denial for as long as she could, but fuck, she knew that wasn't going to help her whatsoever. She just really, really didn't know what to do. And she definitely didn't know who she was supposed to turn to.

Her eyes lingered on him as he moved closer, softly biting down on her bottom lip. Arabelle honestly did not think that he was going to hurt her, because even if he did, it seemed like he would have tried something when she'd been more... distracted. "I believe you," She stated, her exterior a great ordeal calmer than she felt. Ara couldn't bring herself to look when he looked at the face, glancing away at the end of the alley uncomfortably. The question bothered her quite a bit. She didn't want to think about what friends or family the man may have had, or the fact that they were likely to miss him and going to want to know what happened. And she'd just killed him, completely on impulse, because she was hungry. Him disposing the body surprised her slightly, considering yeah, she knew how to get rid of a body and had done so before, but she wasn't exactly expecting any assistance from some stranger. Then again, she wasn't sure who she was supposed to expect any help from. It wasn't like she got all up and friendly with vampires. "Why are you helping me?" She couldn't help but question, a small furrow appearing on her brow. It seemed like a fairly valid question to her.

It didn't take her nearly enough concentration to push the thought that she had just taken a life out of her hunger. Arabelle wanted to feel awful and guilty about what she had just done, like she was some kind of terrible person, because at this point, she had to be. She shouldn't have been able to take this nearly as lightly as she was taking it. But it had been satisfying, the blood had been satisfying on a level she would not have imagined. It was practically painfully satisfying, and it was easy to tell that such a simple taste was going to leave her hanging for more, without a doubt. Her conscience may not have wanted any more of it, but god, she could have sworn every other aspect she did want more of it. It had tasted ridiculously good, though. The taste was still lingering in her mouth as temptation, practically begging her to go get more. And the contradicting thoughts for what she really wanted just made it that much harder and added to the confusion of the whole ordeal. This was definitely one instinct that she could do without.

Her arms crossed uncomfortably beneath her chest, a small furrow appearing on her brow at the comment. She wasn't exactly one that liked being helped, it'd always been something that she was overly stubborn on the topic of, and while… a small part of her perhaps appreciated it, because she knew in this mind state she wasn't going to think of it herself, she wasn't sure what to think. Ara knew better than to just trust people because they seemed nice, but he hadn't done anything threatening so far. And she didn't exactly hang with vampires or make friends with them, and she didn't know who she was supposed to go to. His intentions didn't seem at least bad so far. It couldn't be the worst thing, right? "Yeah, I guess," She answered, trying to release some of the tension in her shoulders. Starting off by already getting herself in trouble wasn't going to be the most promising sign, that much was for sure. None of this was exactly full of good omens, though. The night had quickly gone downhill with that blonde bitch.

Arabelle gave a glance down at her own dirtied clothes, her lips pressing tighter uncomfortably. Yeah, it was pretty bad, and they were definitely stained beyond belief. The comment itself didn't bother her, not particularly, because she probably would have been a lot more comfortable, but at the same time she didn't exactly want to just pick up clothes off of someone else. And she was… aware that there could have been a double meaning behind his words, but for the moment she chose to just ignore it. "Probably," She agreed with a slight nod of the head. "It is." Her words were a bit more short than she intended when she agreed, but the smell of it was no doubt making her crave the substance more. After a moment, she picked up her jacket that she'd thrown down in her frustration, though made no move to put it up before starting to walk in the direction that he'd motioned to. She wasn't sure exactly where he was wanting to take her or whatever, but going with him seemed like a pretty good idea, because she knew she needed to get it off the streets for a bit and calm down. Or at least attempt to get things under control.

Her brow furrowed at his statement, completely unaware of what he meant. Even paired with the small explanation, there was no lightbulb moment or indicator to what he may have been referencing to. Her knowledge of vampires over the years had basically been about their strengths and weaknesses physically, as she had never really cared to know what was going on in their head. They were bloodthirsty monsters as far as she had been concerned, and her own thoughts seemed to be currently proving that little idea. "I have no idea what you're talking about..." Arabelle stated after a moment, the confusion evident on her face. She didn't think that she was handling it well whatsoever, though, and if this was apparently calmer than the average person... well, she was very, very glad. She felt enough like a mess already dropping bodies and wandering around covered in blood, even if some of it had been hers. But if this was apparently better, geez. This kind of life was really, really going to suck more than she had already been thinking.

None of this seemed to bode well for the future. Whatever kind of future she had left, anyway. Arabelle had never been one to look into the future all too much, but as a hunter, she presumed that was the only kind of future she was going to have. They seemed to die young, anyway, so planning out some extravagant future or whatever seemed like wasted effort. And this was certainly proof that they tended to go out young. She was only twenty-three... and boom, her life had already been ripped away from her, just like that. All because she'd screwed up on a hunter, she hadn't been fast enough. It was no doubt a thought that was going to haunt her for the rest of her life... whatever that was going to be. It was hard not to be pessimistic on the matter, because yeah, she hated vampires with every fiber of her being. Maybe there were one or two really good ones out there, but that wasn't something that she wanted to think about. They had all been nothing but bastards in her opinion, regardless of what they had said, and now she was just one of them. She was another killing bastard. Yeah, pessimism was definitely going to linger on it all.

Arabelle left the question unanswered, peering in to the door that he opened. It was dark until he turned on the lights, though that hardly did all too much for the hallway. Although, her eyes seemed to adjust much, much better to it than she would have previously thought. Huh. "Yeah..." She commented without thinking about it all too much, stepping into the hallway. She honestly hadn't the slightest clue where he may have been taking her, but she was throwing it to change for once. Tonight had already been full of screw ups, so if it had to, adding another one to the list wouldn't have been all too altering. And it wasn't like she was going to talk to this to anyone anyway. "Where are we?" She asked, pausing and waiting for him to take the lead, considering she was rather clueless for the moment. After a moment she he had moved in front of her, her hands slipped down to the bottom of her shirt, swiftly peeling off the bloody thing and then wrapping her jacket back around her slender frame, easily having it be the less bloody of the two. And well... modesty, at the moment, was starting to feel a bit overrated.

With all of the questions that she was having at the moment, maybe it would have been a good idea to get to know a bit more about vampires other than effective ways to injure or kill them. The switch was something that she'd never heard of, and although it left her curious, there was a small feeling of dread in hearing the comment. It couldn't have meant anything good, surely. That much didn't seem like it would be hard to determine. "A few hours new, yeah." Arabelle admitted, her tone almost a bit grumpy. It may not have even been a few hours, she'd felt too disoriented to really tell, and it had only slowly started to get better. Although, the city lights hadn't helped in the process - nor had the noise. Not an ideal place to start out. "Some bitch named Cara. And throwing herself off a cliff if luck decides to get in my favor whatsoever." Yeah, she knew that would have done nothing to kill her, but the anger was there, and thinking straight didn't seem like it was going to make the top of her to do list for the rest of the night. There was more than enough distractions.

A furrow appeared on her brow as he went into the explanation about the switch. It was definitely nothing that she had ever heard of, although it no doubt made her curious. The ending of it did if anything scare her a bit. The idea of not having her humanity was something that she did very easily associate with simply being a vampire, but knowing that there was a way too turn it off was fully out scary, if anything. She had previously been under the assumption that not having humanity or guilt was kind of an automatic thing, but with all of the emotions that had been driving her crazy and how up and down she had been, it seemed to make sense that there was a way too turn it off - a cure, of sorts. She wouldn't have ever considered it, though. Her humanity, even if she wasn't human, was something she would have at least liked to think she had. "Do people actually... turn it off?" She questioned after a brief moment, biting down on her lower lip slightly. The idea of turning it off was scary, yeah, but the idea that some people would have didn't surprise her.

Even so, humans at the moment were definitely not what she wanted to be around. The taste was still lingering in her mouth and no doubt leaving her craving more, and she knew being packed in a club among them would have made her absolutely snap. Just walking on the streets had been causing her extreme irritation, and then she didn't have to be close to them, and could at least try to ignore their presence for a good portion of it. As she followed him, the music got a bit louder, and for the slightest moment she was a bit worried until he stopped at one of the rooms. That was... good. Being away from a lot of people certainly seemed like it would have been beneficial in this kind of circumstance, because she had no idea how she was supposed to behave now around them. It was all a bit lost of them, and of course her views toward them were more than negative. But he was at least helping her right now, which was both greatly appreciated and enough for her to give him a bit of trust with herself. It wasn't like she was trusting herself all too much at the moment anyhow.

She stepped into the room without any hesitance, glancing over and assuming that it was some kind of office for the place. Either way, as long as she was out of the public, she was more than okay with it. "Arabelle," She answered, keeping her lips out of the tight line they kept wanting to go in. "And uh, who are you?" She questioned back, her head tilting to the side ever so slightly in an innocent manner. It seemed like it would have been a good idea to at least know the name of the handsome stranger who was helping her. Arabelle took a long swallow of the alcohol when he handed it to her, not needing any further encouragement. And yeah, it did seem to help, and she couldn't help but nod in agreement slightly. If alcohol was going to be good for this, then well, great. At least it was easy to get her hands on. She watched him as he moved around to the side of the desk that she was standing on, not quite sure what he was doing. When he reached towards her face, her eyes glanced at his hand, although it only took her a moment to realize what he was doing. And having his hand linger surprised her, although she'd thought she'd noticed him looking her over a few times, and at the thought couldn't help but glance over him. "Uh, thanks," She stated softly, her muscles remaining in place and unsure what to do.

It was incredibly tempting to make some remark about it was bitch's life she got out of leaving her, although Arabelle managed to hold her tongue for this time. It wasn't like the woman had managed to give her any kind of help whatsoever after she had killed her, other than making her feed - which in her own book, despite that it had been absolutely ravish, definitely was not any sort of help. She wanted to at least try and control it even if she had no idea if it was even possible. Her assumptions about vampires had never been the best. She shifted her weight between hips uncomfortably, not wanting to even think about it, even if it had fairly easily become a rather dominant thought in her mind. A distraction at the moment definitely sounded like a good thing. And she sure as hell could use one. She bit faintly down onto her lower lip, mostly on the inside of her mouth, her eyebrows faintly twitching at the comment, although certainly not in amusement. "Oh?" She wasn't quire sure what he was getting at that the moment, but either way, her luck at the moment wasn't exactly looking like the best thing in the world to her.

Easier. That was enough to make her think about it, to consider, even for the slightest second. Arabelle hadn't expected the difficulty of this at all, and it wasn't exactly something that you just happened to pick up from hunting. There wasn't some sort of preparation that you could have for this kind of thing. "Huh," She stated after a moment, releasing the breath she hardly realized she'd been holding. There was well, more to this than she would have ever imagined. And none of it was in the good way whatsoever, so yeah, she was a bit on edge at the moment. But this also seemed like a hell of a good reason. She hadn't even liked vampires in the first place, there was no way that she was just going to be okay and nonchalant about it. It was at least comforting that he wasn't threatening her in any kind of way, and helping even, whether or not either of them really wanted to recognize it. When he introduced himself as well, a slightly forced smile appeared on her lips for a brief moment. "Yeah, I do," She agreed, taking another swallow of the drink and rather appreciating the burn down her throat.

His hand left a trail of goosebumps as it moved, and Arabelle wasn't entirely sure what she expected him to do. She wasn't necessarily reacting badly, she just was a bit unsure. She lightly shivered when his hand reached her clavicle and the bottom of her neck - she'd always been a bit more ticklish and sensitive than she would have preferred. Even so, she was still curious as to what exactly he was doing in the first place. Her eyes met his and she smiled back, albeit a bit more tightly. Smiling and pretending to be happy or okay with this situation wasn't exactly on her agenda - because no, she didn't like vampires, and she definitely didn't like being one. That was more than easy to tell. Even if there were going to be occasionally nice ones, to her at least, she still wasn't going to like this. Them, maybe, but not this. "I don't know," She admitted, a bit quietly, paired with a minor shrug of the shoulders and taking another swallow of the drink. She didn't know anything about this situation, not this closely, and she wasn't sure what exactly she was supposed to need out of it.

God, what she would have given for this to all be some kind of mind game or some horrific nightmare. It felt much more like that than any sort of reality that she'd ever known. You didn't just spend most of your life as a hunter, and pretty much dedicate your entire life to it knowing what costs it could bring, and then just end up as a vampire. That wasn't how this kind of thing was supposed to work. Maybe she was in shock about it more than anything else, that seemed like the most likely of options, honestly. Arabelle didn't want to be in shock about it, because she didn't want any of this to happen, and she knew right now more than ever that she needed a clear head, she just couldn't see that as any sort of possibility at the moment. Her thoughts were too messy, too erratic to think properly. There was nothing proper about it. She finished off the rest of the drink, though still clutched tightly onto the glass to keep herself from trembling. She was still terrified of this entire mess, more so than she would have ever liked to admit.

The suggestion of another drink made her cringe. God, she was still thirsty - and it disgusted her. She had just killed someone much larger than her, and yet she was still craving for more. "No, uh, definitely not another drink." That was the hunter side of her no doubt speaking - the rational side of her, even. She didn't want to kill people, and it wasn't exactly subtle what he'd been hinting out with that one. Arabelle really couldn't kill more people, especially not right now, but not ever hopefully. She didn't want to be the monster she'd been hunting for so long. She couldn't, couldn't drag herself down to be like that after all of the years that she'd spent hunting. Whatever he was hinting at then, though, sounded ridiculously open ended. "Sure, I guess," She agreed against her better instinct. It seemed like this was all going to go against her sane instincts, and well... if it helped, right now she was about willing to take anything.

"Calm me crazy, but getting drunk doesn't seem like it's going to help so much with it being delicate." Maybe it was slightly more sarcastic than necessary, but Arabelle wasn't particularly bothered to care at the moment. Among all of the thoughts in her head at the moment, that wasn't the top of her concerns. There seemed like there would have been a lot more bigger things to be worried about right now. This lifestyle wasn't meant for her. She couldn't just be heartless and run around and rip out people's throats like it was no big deal. Maybe people thought hunters for some reason didn't really care about people, and that they were just as cold, but that was so different. They killed monsters, things that had already been running around and killing things without a second thought. That was justified, and it was something that should have been obvious. There was nothing right about being an actual monster. Her feelings about all of that nastiness was definitely intensified, she could tell that much. Her thoughts were practically flying without getting her real time to consider them.

Drink without killing. Right. Because with everything she had seen, that was clearly not the most popular choice. She'd be out of a job if it was. "I'm sure it's a possibility. Despite everything that the media tries to cover up, it's not exactly too common." Arabelle knew better than to believe that kind of crap that was spewed out. It was ridiculous how much the media loved to glamorize them and make people think like being a vampire was for some god forsaken reason a good thing. People sure as hell bought it without a second though, too, and that was easily one of the most irritating parts about it. This was just even more proof, all of the confusion and the amplifying, that this wasn't a lifestyle people should have wanted to live.

Arabelle bit down on her lower lip, honestly not wanting to think. There were far too many thoughts plaguing her mind. His hands were certainly distracting her, more than she would have thought they should have, and it was easy to place blame on being a vampire. The movements were innocent enough, even though his face replicated no such thing. "You could say my confidence levels at the moment aren't stellar." She stated, trying to shrug it off. Her hand reached up and wrapped around one of his larger ones, the movement almost hesitant as if she wasn't used to her body. Maybe she wasn't. It didn't seem to matter, as in the next move she'd eliminated most of the space between them, pressing her chest up against his and looking up to meet his eyes, her lips barely not brushing his.

Maybe this whole vampire thing wasn't quite nearly as bad as she thought, considering how amazing that had just been. Honestly, that was something that she would have been more than okay with getting used to. That was definitely one hell of an effective distraction. She wasn't used to being nearly so energetic or being able to really feel just every little touch of it so fully, the overall intensity from it. She felt like she should have been completely exhausted, but she still felt fairly refreshed. The distraction was more than enough to at least put her mind at ease of her burdens for the moment. Pulling back on her wrinkled pants and hooking her bra back around, she let her eyes linger on his bare torso for a long moment before coming back up to his, running a hand through her messy hair to calm it a bit. It hardly seemed worth the effort but she might as well try and run with it for the moment.

"Yeah, I think you may be able to." She answered with a bit of a more genuine smile, much more relaxed now. It wasn't hard to tell. She knew alcohol helped too, and well - the more, the merrier. Her head was finally clear and she would at least try and keep it that way for as long as she could. There wasn't much of another option, after all. Arabelle did prefer being of a rational mindset. It was kind of a part of the whole being sane thing. She wasn't feeling nearly as delicate either, and was much more sure of herself for the moment. She'd hold on to it while she still could. Breaking off her thoughts before she got too far into them, she glanced around at the room and couldn't help but chuckle lightly at its now less the neat appearance. "I almost feel bad for causing such a mess." She commented casually with a minor shrug of her shoulders. Any mess was well worth it, though. She was sure that they could have agreed on that without hesitation. It was fixable, no doubt. And she really didn't mind it.

Arabelle couldn't help but chuckle lightly, still flattening out her hair a bit anyway, more a habit than an actual concern for its appearance. It probably looked worse than it did in the morning - but she was kind of glad that she couldn't see it, at least. It might have put a bit of a burden in the self-confidence that she had for the moment. "Maybe, except where there wasn't exactly a bed to well... break." She shrugged, figuring that was just the most likely thing to happen based of the state of the rest of the room. Another surface would have just been another something to have to clean up afterwards. It seemed like their strength and energy had been more than enough to make an utter mess out of what was already there. She definitely had no objections to the mess. Her hair seemed like a fairly easier fix than the rest of it after all.

"Yeah, definitely feeling better now." She agreed with a softer smile. That was a bit of an understatement, to be completely honest with herself. Arabelle wasn't feeling remotely as crazed or well, even psychotic as she had been before, which was a major relief. Even if that hadn't necessarily been her guess for how to accomplish a much more relaxed state of mind, it was definitely an acceptable solution. It certainly wasn't as harmful as some of the other ones she could have bitterly guessed at, even if it did cause some replaceable damage. She couldn't help but lightly chuckle at his comment about not regretting destroying the majority of the office as she took the drink from his hand, taking a large swallow. She hadn't thought that he would, and the more that she thought about it, the less and less she really would have felt bad. It was just a distraction.

Her eyebrows rose up as he began to speak again, and she couldn't help but vaguely grimace. Right. "I guess I don't have to worry about tanning anymore." She stated a bit mockingly. It didn't take a hunter to know what would happen if she tried to go outside. Maybe now was the time to invest in some better curtains. At least it wasn't summer. She took another drink, letting out a small sigh. "As much as I really, really would enjoy staying.. I probably should go." Arabelle knew with leaving would come rushing back all of those dark, hunter-like narrowed minded thoughts, but that was for when she left, not to linger on now. "Thank you. I feel kind of like a ho for skipping out already, but.. like you said, the whole sun issue." That was definitely one issue that was going to take some adjusting to.

Arabelle gave a short chuckle at the comment about the sex hair, keeping her gaze on the drink in her hand for a moment before looking back up to his face and his own sex hair before meeting his gaze. "I'm not exactly offended to just hear it as it is." She gave a casual shrug to the comment, keeping it light. It may not have necessarily been true for things outside of that regard, but that wasn't anything that he needed to know about. Stuff with sex or related to it though, well, she couldn't really be bothered by someone being blunt about it, it kind of just made things easier. Her lips curled up into another small smile - he certainly hadn't seemed to have a problem with that kind of help. Yeah, she didn't think it had really been too much of a burden for him to help her out some.

While the absence of any tanning didn't exactly bother he, it was weird to think that she wasn't exactly going to be able to run out and about during the day for whatever reason. Arabelle had always been on the tan side of things since as long as she could remember considering she'd spent so much time outside and under the sun, even if they usually weren't glamorous situations. That was a big adjustment. Pushing away the thoughts, trying to keep the better mood about herself, she made a bit of a face at the comment about human labels, an eyebrow quirking up in disbelief. "That seems like it'd be something more of a personal thought than a general consensus. But I digress." It didn't seem like that kind of stuff was really going to matter in the long run, anyway. Ara grabbed her jacket and shrugged it back on, trading the drink between her hands as she did so, giving a final glance around and swallowing the rest of her drink as she took a step toward the door. "But yeah.. the whole sun thing, I should definitely go."

Her eyebrows vaguely rose and she gave a bit of a small shrug. "Well, ask me again in a long time maybe, and my answer might have changed." It was weird and almost overwhelming to think about the fact that now it was perhaps going to be very easy to live a long time. Hunting wasn't exactly a guarantee for sticking around for grandchildren or anything. The more she thought about it though, the more she wasn't sure if this was going to help or hinder – which made it easy enough to bury the thoughts back away to be pondered over at another time. It was easier, and much less of a headache, to just think on what they were saying and not let her thoughts trail off elsewhere. It tended to just be more of a matter of applying what was easier instead of just telling herself to do it. They tended to be drastically different things.

Arabelle stepped out of the door with little hesitance, not feeling the need to linger around, her eyes glancing down the hallway. She turned back to face him for a moment, an amused little smirk on her lips and an eyebrow quirking up the offer, eyes darkening slightly as she glanced over him again before reminding herself to focus and the little issue of the sun. "Alright," She said, nodding slightly with the directions and focusing on the real lack of presences that had been there when she had come in. She hadn't even noticed the drastic contrast until he had pointed it out. Huh. Her lips parted for a moment to speak again, before shutting, and then deciding on words. "Thanks." Maybe not the most graceful farewell that she could muster up, but without another word, she followed back out through the door that they had come in, slipping in with the wee hours of the morning.