Glory who usually kept up an unrelenting ladylike composure at work, faltered a bit when face to face with Atlas. Despite all the training Mama and Aunt Honey had put her through, teaching her to have an iron will against a vampire's supernatural "thrall," being close to the undead still sometimes made her stammer a little. Atlas was her coworker, and so she had resolved to give him the benefit of the doubt ad trust him not to hurt her.... for now. She wanted to be friends with these people. Travelling from city to city, never putting down roots, meant that she hadn't really gotten the opportunity to make connections until now. Unfortunately, she was working with a few people who frightened her a bit. Stammering aside, however, her nurturing instincts persisted even in regards to someone who didn't really have the physical ability to be nurtured. She would find a way to be neighborly to Atlas if it killed her.

She really hoped it wouldn't kill her.

"I er...I was thinking... since you don't.. I mean.." She cleared her throat and tried again. "I bring something in for breakfast every day, but I know you don't... have any use for that," she managed as politely as possible. "I was wondering if there was something else I could bring you in the mornings instead, so you don't feel left out. I've got a great big flower garden. I could bring you something sweet smelling for your desk, like some zinneas or poppies. I just feel bad that I never have anything to give you."