There is absolutely no attitude to her as she approaches the car, halfway there before it even stopped. When the door opens, she slides immediately in. What had been a silver dress is streaked with blood, and there's plenty on her skin, including a shallow wound on her right shoulder. Her hair has just as much blood. By scent, there's at least ten people accounted for and two different vampires.

Despite the weather, her feet are bare. Her heels were the first things she got rid of when it became very apparent it was time to run.

The car's warmth is a relief, but, honestly, she only just registers it. The goosebumps on her skin are probably hardly visible under all the blood. When she puts her phone down in her lap, the screen is streaked with bloody fingerprints. The make-up on her face is entirely ruined, and she's still crying, thin body shaking. Only once the car door is closed does she raise her hands to cover her mouth and give a kind of shrill cry, just barely down from being a scream.