Alex slumps onto the couch. She pulls out her stake and drops it on the floor, where it'll be in easy reach if she needs it. She's not entirely convinced that Natasha won't change her mind about helping her, and she did piss off a lot of vampires tonight. It's probably rude to have a stake in a vampire's apartment, but Alex is less concerned with etiquette than she is with being able to protect herself.

"I'm not hungry." She also doesn't drink, but she can grab some tap water if she gets thirsty.

She yanks her boots off and drops them at the far end of the couch.

Now that she's got a little time to think, the enormity of what she's done starts to sink in.

"What do you think they'll do with me if they catch me?" she asks, trying not to sound as apprehensive as she suddenly feels. The vampires she assumes will just kill her, which she knew and accepted as a risk going in, but she has no clue what kind of punishment the Night Council might mete out.