( Yeah, of course it's a vampire. There's plenty for him to be upset about here; the vampire, for one. Also the danger she put herself, her shop, and anyone around her in. Yet he still doesn't sound mad.

Instead he's horrified. ) Holy shit, that did not just come outta your mouth. ( Oh shit, there can not possibly be any more no in that sentence. He actually has to indulge the urge to drag his hands down his face, because holy fucking shit. The internet.

The internet!! ) That's like youtubing open heart surgery, fuck! ( Bomb building is a delicate craft!

It's fine. This is fine. They can fix this. ) Nevermind, um- when do you need it?