She grimaces a little at that. Looks like the moment's passed. It was nice while it lasted—and she really did need it. Even if he couldn't hold back all the barbs, it was nice to have someone on her side.

So long as she's not drinking blood.

Somehow this whole situation seems like setting herself up to fail, but even so she'll take it as long as it lasts. As long as she's trying not to drink blood.

"Still on the wagon," she assures him, her tone dry. "Nothing to deal with just yet."