Sunshine lets out a rather undignified squawk of surprise when she slams right into someone, and for a moment, she thinks: that's it, they've got her, the end. But her wards are quiet, and it's a human voice that addresses her. She looks up at him, a stranger, but with kind eyes and shadows that lie so quietly. A sense of profound reassurance swamps her, and she feels a brief, ridiculous impulse to throw her arms around him.

She doesn't. Instead, she straightens, gulps in a lungful of air, and looks back over her shoulder at the door. Can they get through without an invitation? This isn't her house, but it isn't abandoned, either - gods, how do things even work in this kind of situation?

"Vampires," she says before she can consider how patently ridiculous that might sound, turning back to face him. "In the hall."