Kara received a brief nod when she told Hallbjorn that it meant a lot to her that he kept his word. He was almost too weary to fight down the positive feeling that her consideration gave him. But the Berserker knew that he had to keep himself from becoming too close and too attached. When she was in the bathroom he raised a hand and rubbed his face with a large hand, closing his eyes. A few minutes passed without crisis and he dropped into a light slumber.<br/><br/>He was asleep just as long as it took Kara to finish her shower and then to break the window. At the noise she made damaging the window his eyes came open and he was on his feet in one fluid motion. His long knife was in hand, drawn purely on muscle memory, and when she opened the door he was there. He filled the doorway with his broad shoulders, blue eyes regarding her and the room beyond while he came to grasp her words. His mouth was a thin line on his face and his impassive expression was foreboding. Then he back away from the doorway, and the tension left his body with a single exhaled breath. In that release of breath he went from ready to attack - to kill - to simply being on alert.<br/><br/>"The blood helped to make you stronger. Even the weakest creatures of the Lore are stronger than a mortal." Hallbjorn told her. He was not angry with her, and he told her what he did in a patient tone. It was not patronizing - he understood that there was no way for her to know and he had not told her. The Berserker realized a sudden, new difficulty in the task that he was set. In addition to any possible complications that came from her being part vampire, there was abilities she could manifest that could not be predicted. Like the blue fire. That was probably tied to survival, but that was based on scant evidence. A single instance was hardly a good sample size.<br/><br/>He did not think that she was trying to escape. It was a strange denial. She told him before that she would come with him because it seemed better than the alternative, and the Berserker had accepted it. Had that statement been something meant to lull him into complacency? He would not have thought so . . .<br/><br/>"Be cautious. If you were fully a vampire, the sun would set your flesh on fire at the slightest touch. It may still burn. I doubt you would find being on fire pleasant." The Berserker told the young woman. The words came from a place of knowledge and it was probably something that she could easily pick up on. He was too tired to appreciate her in nothing but a towel. It should have caused him stirring that he would have fought to keep from feeling, but as he trudged back to the chair, he betrayed just a little bit how tired he was. The man rubbed the pad of his left hand over his eye.<br/><br/>He removed a sat-phone and a smart phone from his pocket and tossed them on the bed. "You can use the smart phone to peruse the internet; its linked through the sat-phone. I need to rest. You may turn on the lights; it will not affect me. Allow me four hours - but wake me if<em>anything</em>alarms you."