He was silent for a moment, too touched by the gesture to even speak. He didn't ruin the moment by making a joke but just stared at the knife in awe.<br/><br/>"Thanks, Mack," he said quietly, in a voice that was so unlike his own. He didn't stop to wonder why she'd given all four of them weapons; Ceauşescu and his henchmen were long gone and with them the chance of being taken by the secret police or dark strangers in the night. Apart from the odd impoverished Slav, there was no danger here. He didn't think for one second about<em>vampires</em>.