Sunshine turns her back to the window, pulling her hair aside so the sunlight can get to the back of her neck. Her anxiety has been draining away since she opened the windows, to the point where it now seems obvious to her that they have nothing to fear so long as they stay in this room. Still, she can't help but be impressed by the guy's efforts - did he just casually make a stake out of a chair leg? Gods and angels. What a pro.

"I didn't take a head count," she says mildly. Hell, if you're trying to count multiple vampires, 'more than one' is about all you can definitively say, given how quickly they move and how difficult they are to tell apart. Besides, what does it matter? It's daylight.

She gives the guy a thoughtful look. He doesn't have the bearing she associates with SOF - even ex-SOF (though if he's ex-SOF, he doesn't have the scars). But this is a way more practiced reaction to vampires than she'd expect from a civilian. So, what, did he just pick up a few tricks during the Wars? Well, he wouldn't be the only one. It occurs to her that she might have actually… set him off… and she winces. Well done, Sunshine. She really ought to know better, given her own dalliances with post-traumatic whatever. Adopting a tone that she hopes is soothing without being patronizing, she says, "I'm pretty sure we're safe now."