Sunshine blinks at that pronouncement, one hand absently touching her necklace, which hasn't even deigned to light up. "… Are you serious?"

Before he can answer, one of the supposedly-vampires rushes her. Well, to a degree of 'rushing.' It comes at her about as quickly as a standard mugger might, and even as her necklace joins the party with a bright, warning flare and her light-web glimmers, she has more than enough time to think: this has to be some kind of joke. But when the vampire(?!) reaches her, her body responds the way it has learned to respond: her hand slides up the vampire's chest, and her fingers plunge into the nock beneath its sternum as if its skin is no more solid than tissue paper, and she pulls out its heart with a quick, decisive tug.

… And then the damn thing turns to dust with a dramatic little poof. Sunshine gapes down at the palmful of grit she's suddenly holding, then gives her hand a vigorous shake and snaps, "Really?!"