Sunshine shakes her head. She'd managed to avoid that much, by pure dumb luck and Asmodia's good timing. "Flipping out a little," she admits with a strained attempt at humor, "but not hurt."

Her grip on her little knife slips a little, and she takes a moment to fold the blade away - she's not going to be beheading any ghouls with a frigging two-inch blade - and then wipes both of her palms on her pants in turn. She could probably just put the knife in her pocket, but having it clutched in her hand is a small comfort.

"Well," she says awkwardly, "I can see in the dark, if that helps. And if we run into any vampires, I can... do something about that. But I've only seen ghouls so far."