Angela tenses a bit, turning to look at the woman. Her inner sense of danger, the one that always protected her from being hurt, always told her where the bad guys were, wasn't flaring up, so she wasn't worried about whether or not she was going to attack - not yet. But the way she moved and talked made her nervous, reminded her of the times she visited her sister in the mental wing of Ravenscar. She's not so quick to buy into the prejudice against vampires, but she's not terribly eager to trust them, either.

"Sure," she said with a nod after a few beats, and then went to the cupboard to search for tea and a pot. "How do you take yours?"