"Yes," she agrees with no small amount of feeling. Gods, what sort of house is this? She passes Giles en route to the door, and huffs quietly to herself when she finds it to be locked. She presses her palm to the door and mutters a word under her breath, and there's a reluctant, gritty-sounding clunk from the locking mechanism. She pulls open the door to reveal another hallway, one as dark and uninviting as the one she found herself in before.

And like that other hallway, this one is similarly occupied.

There is a shifting gang of vampires - her vampires - fifteen yards away, lanky and androgynous and alien, and there's a gleam of eyes in the darkness as they turn to look toward her. Then, in the space of a blink, they're right there, standing just on the other side of the doorway as if they'd always been there, and Sunshine jerks back with a gasped, "Shit!" She slams the door shut (part of her can't believe they just let her, but it's not a very big part and it can't begin to compete with the rest of her, which is fully occupied with panicking) and stumbles back into Giles.