She was dead before she hit the ground. Ryah could only feel relief that she'd been dispatched easily enough. She likely would have torn his throat out after dealing with Drake; Ryah hadn't met any vampires who could let a free meal go, except apparently the one standing before him. He glanced at the other male, brow furrowed. "No, I hadn't exactly planned this out like a vacation," he finally answered. He driven his old beat-up Jeep into town, the moment he gotten word that this was where Phin was originally from, where his coven was based. Hell, at the moment he wasn't even sure where he parked his little clunker of a vehicle. Maybe things would look more familiar in the morning.<br/><br/>Ryah had originally been planning to get himself a room in a crappy little cheap motel but he had a feeling if he showed up covered in blood, he'd get the cops called on him real quick. "You offering? I mean, I don't think I can get a room looking like Jason Voorhee's apprentice," he continued. "I'd be out of your hair by the morning."<br/><br/>Ryah had no expectations. After all, so far he'd seemed to cause nothing but trouble for Drake, but for a few precious moments, they'd been on the same side. So maybe, just maybe, he could trust this vampire not to slit his throat while he slept.<br/><br/>As he waited for a answer, he realized he had his work cut out for him. He was out of leads, he was out of silver bullets, and he needed a fresh set of clothes that weren't soaked in blood. God, what a fucking mess this was.