[ no, she's just stubborn. freaked out, mostly, and trying to find some semblance of normalcy in this bizarre new world. but getting called out for being a vampire when she's been so good about controlling her urges is really not what she was expecting.

even if she probably should have, considering. you know. fangs. ]

Would you keep your voice down? [ you know what, forget the dishes. forget the kitchen entirely. caroline's just going to wrap slim fingers around his upper arm and bodily drag him out, towards the same broom closet-esque room where jason had brought her just a few days before.

it's only once the door latches closed behind them that she speaks up again. ]

Look, I don't know what you think you're playing at, but where I come from, we don't just go around accusing people of being vampires in public unless we're planning on staking them too!

[ she might be hungry — jason had been no more than a snack, just enough to tide her over a few days — but she wasn't stupid. self-sacrifice is not on her game plan. ]