Max glanced up at Bernard's hand. His eyes were still wild with fight but they seemed to soften when he looked over at her. [i]It's really him,[/i] she thought. He wasn't really what she expected though. He appeared rugged and battle worn but his face held no threat to her. He wasn't...scary. If anything, he fit the guardian angel idea she had convinced herself of. She decided to take his hand and used it to stand. She did, however, back up slightly so that she was pressed against the wall again. She started to speak but shut her mouth. She had so many questions but wasn't sure where to start. Instead, she decided to answer the question he asked. "Uh, yeah, I'm fine. I think." She looked down and adjusted her shirt that had pulled up, exposing her midriff. She smoothed down her hair, hoping she didn't look completely disheveled. 

The questions then started to pour out. "Was that a feral vampire? Why was she after me? Are you going to get in trouble for killing her? How long have you been watching me? Were you here the whole time? Why haven't you contacted me? Why did you turn me?" At the last question, she crossed her arms across her chest, feeling as if she needed to hide herself. [i]What if he's going to leave without answering[/i]. The thought of that scared her more than anything. She glanced up into his eyes, waiting for his response.