"It's your show," she says easily. "I'd like to see it though." She takes a deep breath, smelling the cool night air. In a way, there's something nice about it. No temptations—Daryl's the only human blood anywhere nearby, and she can distract herself from that.

"I can see why you like coming out here—this your first time visiting at night, or do you stay out at all hours most of the time?"

She picks her way into the grass, glancing around them. Moving more quietly than most city girls, that's for sure. Vampire thing or spy thing? Hard to say.