Look, ( he waits. waits for her to get up, waits for her to get herself steady before he starts heading off--towards the nearest closed off room. doesn't matter what's in it as long as no one is in it. jason doesn't necessarily want this part to be noisily announced, given what she is. and he can speak for himself all he wants, but he doesn't know everyone in this safehouse. doesn't know how safe it actually would be for someone who sucks blood to stay alive. ) if I wanted someone dead, I wouldn't hide it.

( not. not like that anyway. )

'sides, I always trust my instincts. ( with a slow, easy half-smile in her direction. as if they're not walking away to go fucking talk in a closet or something close about vampirism. ) And my instincts say you're not a murderous asshole.