Tom looked at her when she released his arm. He placed both hands in his pockets as he looked away. Oh, he knew better then to run. Honestly, he didn't even see the point of trying too. Thee was no way of out running a vampire. He would be easily caught. He nodded as he looked over at her. Gregory didn't sound at all filmer to him.The Shaman tribe of the West Valley. He thought the name was quite interesting. He had never heard of something named like that before.<br/><br/>Tom kept on following the girl. He noticed the gas station, and guessed this was it. Gas stations did have snacks and that there. So this had to be the place for food. Hopefully none that was expired. He didn't want to end up getting sick. He watched the women fill the cup up. He wasn't much of the cappuccino, of coffee. It just tasted bitter. He could look for water in this place. With a nod, he went off to the kitchen. He was going to find some food of course. Hopefully, food that was still good. A few seconds later he came back with what looked like bread. It was still good.