Ashton stared at her. If she didn't know better (or at least, thought she did), the girl seemed to have been born yesterday. With a scowl, she stretched out her hand and gestured for her phone back.<br/><br/>"Oh, for fuck's... got an address that's within the continental United States? I have a place to crash, but I doubt a girl like you wants to share the same room as a thug like me."<br/><br/>Her mind wandered over to the next week's schedule. Shopping, a few shifts of work assisting Silas, and a trip to her contact at the blood bank. She smiled awkwardly at herself. Right after ending someone's life so quickly, she was already back to her normal attitude. Was she so heartless, or was the cursed blood in her veins?