The Berserker did not heed the young woman's words. He remained in the chair and his chest was soon rising and falling with steady, even breaths that indicated that he was asleep. He did not stir as she moved around the room and the lights being on did not appear to disturb his sleep. For four hours the Berserker slept, and he woke without ceremony or drawing attention to himself. He scanned the room for Kara as soon as he awoke, and when he found her there and sound, Hallbjorn got up and went to the bathroom.<br/><br/>In the bathroom he brushed his teeth and undid his braid, letting his long hair fall out. He stripped and used the shower, working quickly to clean himself. There was no pleasure for him in this. It was just another thing that needed to be done. The man took very little time and emerged quickly to wafts of steam, dressed in the same clothing because the rest was stowed away in the back of the truck cabin. He approached the curtains, and dusk had fallen. It was dark enough that a true vampire could go out without fearing combustion, so it ought to be safe enough for Kara.<br/><br/>He approached her at the table, and glanced over the list she'd made. As if there were some kind of lover's jaunt. But he did not feel any sort of anger or annoyance to tamp down. In fact, he felt somewhat amused by it. And although Hallbjorn would not say anything, he was pleased at how well she was taking everything. It was a dramatic paradigm shift to have one's entire worldview change as the revelation of the existence of the Lore did.<br/><br/>"We can go eat somewhere nice." Hallbjorn offered. It seemed uncharacteristic as the words left his mouth. He rationalized it as the effects of Kara being his fated pairing and as a gesture to give her something to think about other than the attempts on her life. While watching Kara there had been eavesdropping. Not intentional - because an immortal Berserker was genuinely not interested in the romantic trials and tribulations of Kara's friends and the glaring physical shortcomings of mortal males that were inevitably discussed -but it happened. Hallbjorn knew that the blond woman had lived essentially her entire life in Jackrabbit Junction. "Did you find somewhere?" He placed a hand on the table to brace himself and leaned over Kara's shoulder while she was seated. The scent of blood was washed away from his flesh but it lingered on his clothing, but the smell of him was stronger. His still-wet platinum blond hair fell down over his shoulder and draped slightly across the young woman's upper arm for a brief moment before Hallbjorn tossed his head to throw the errant hair over his other shoulder.<br/><br/>"It should be safe enough if we go where people are." The Berserker said, further rationalizing this to himself. "It is an important law among the Lore to keep ourselves secret from mortals." Of course, it could just mean a craftier attack. Hallbjorn silenced that paranoid train of thought, even as his mind told him it was more logical and practical to just go through a drive-thru and push forward all night.