[ it's one thing to take someone's blood in a dream, when your mind knows you can just erase their memories, when you can make them cooperate. it's another thing altogether when people offer — and even now, with jason having given his wrists willingly on more than one occasion, caroline has a hard time recognizing that it's genuine. that it's not a trap, not someone luring her closer with a stake hidden behind their back.

but leo doesn't seem the type. he seems curious, interested, maybe a little in over his head in that regard, but not cruel. he's offering to help when he doesn't have to, without her having to ask for it, and she wants to take him up on that. ]

I can't — [ again, her fingers begin to twist around her index, a nervous tic she's picked up in the few weeks since her arrival ] I can't go outside. Not while the sun's out, anyway. And nobody knows if the windows have shades, or what New Tokyo is like...

[ so it's understandable, she thinks, that she's nervous. ]

Plus, you know. I'm hungry. I'm always hungry, but these pretzels aren't really doing it for me.