She stopped, her grip on the folder tightening. Had she actually hurt a vampire's feelings? Her first instinct was to shrug it off, ignore the other brunette. Anything to avoid discomfort.

"Sorry," Holly said. "That must have been...difficult."

Crossing the room, she replaced the documents back on the shelf. "Why don't you kill people? Wouldn't it be easier to just kill them and rob them, rather than sleep with them?"

Holly surfaced from the closet, meeting Theresa's eye. "You're a vampire. You can."